Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. uers, runne into strange capers; but as all is mortall in nature, so
Clo. is all nature in loue, mortall in folly.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Thou speak'st wiser then thou art ware of.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Nay, I shall nere be ware of mine owne wit, till
Clo. I breake my shins against it.
Ros. Ioue, Ioue, this Shepherds passion,
Ros. Is much vpon my fashion.
Clo. And mine, but it growes something stale with
Clo. mee.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. I pray you, one of you question yon'd man,
Cel. If he for gold will giue vs any foode,
Cel. I faint almost to death.
Clo. Holla; you Clowne.