Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. Too old by heauen: Let still the woman take
Du. An elder then her selfe, so weares she to him;
Du. So swayes she leuell in her husbands heart:
Du. For boy, howeuer we do praise our selues,
Du. Our fancies are more giddie and vnfirme,
Du. More longing, wauering, sooner lost and worne,
Du. Then womens are.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. I thinke it well my Lord.
Du. Du.
Du. Then let thy Loue be yonger then thy selfe,
Du. Or thy affection cannot hold the bent:
Du. For women are as Roses, whose faire flowre
Du. Being once displaid, doth fall that verie howre.
Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so:
Vio. To die, euen when they to perfection grow.
Vio. Enter Curio & Clowne.
Du. O fellow come, the song we had last night: