Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. Peace foole, he's not thy kinsman.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. Who cals?
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Your betters Sir.
Cor. Else are they very wretched.
Cor. As you like it.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Peace I say; good euen to your friend.
Cor. And to you gentle Sir, and to you all.
Ros. I prethee Shepheard, if that loue or gold
Ros. Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Ros. Bring vs where we may rest our selues, and feed:
Ros. Here's a yong maid with trauaile much oppressed,
Ros. And faints for succour.
Cor. Faire Sir, I pittie her,