Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Orl. Is but a quintine, a meere liuelesse blocke.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. He cals vs back: my pride fell with my fortunes,
Ros. Ile aske him what e would: Did you call Sir?
Ros. Sir, you haue wrastle well, and ouerthrowne
Ros. More then your enemis.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. Will you goe Coze?
Ros. Haue with you fare you well.
Ros. Exit.
Orl. Orl.
Orl. What passion hangs these waights vpōvpon my toong?
Orl. I cannot speake to her, yet she vrg'd conference.
Orl. Enter Le Beu.
Orl. O poore Orlando! thou art ouerthrowneAn inkblot partially obscures the middle of this word.
Orl. Or Charles, or something weaker masters thee.
Le Beu. Le Beu.
Le Beu. Good Sir, I do in friendship counsaile you
Le Beu. TeTo leaue this place; Albeit you haue deseru'd