Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cel. Sonne deerelie? By this kinde of chase, I should hate
Cel. him, for my father hated his father deerely; yet I hate
Cel. not Orlando.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. No faith, hate him not for my sake.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. Why should I not? doth he not deserue well?
Cel. Enter Duke with Lords.
Ros. Let me loue him for that, and do you loue him
Ros. Because I doe. Looke, here comes the Duke.
Cel. With his eies full of anger.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. Mistris, dispatch you with your safest haste,
Duk. And get you from our Court.
Ros. Me Vncle.
Duk. You Cosen,