Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cel. And doe not seeke to take your change vpon you,
Cel. To beare your griefes your selfe, and leaue me out:
Cel. For by this heauen, now at our sorrowes pale;
Cel. Say what thou canst, Ile goe along with thee.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Why, whether shall we goe?
Cel. Cel.
Cel. To seeke my Vncle in the Forrest of Arden.
Ros. Alas, what danger will it be to vs,
Ros. (Maides as we are) to trauell forth so farre?
Ros. Beautie prouoketh theeues sooner then gold.
Cel. Ile put my selfe in poore and meane attire,
Cel. And with a kinde of vmber smirch my face,
Cel. The like doe you, so shall we passe along,
Cel. And neuer stir assailants.
Ros. Were it not better,
Ros. Because that I am more then common tall,