Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. O Iupiter, how merry are my spirits?
Clo. Clo.
Clo. I care not for my spirits, if my legges were not
Clo. wearie.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. I could finde in my heart to disgrace my mans
Ros. apparell, and to cry like a woman: but I must comfort
Ros. the weaker vessell, as doublet and hose ought to show it
Ros. selfe coragious to petty‑coate; therefore courage, good
Ros. Aliena.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. I pray you beare with me, I cannot goe no fur
Cel. ther.
Clo. For my part, I had rather beare with you, then
Clo. beare you: yet I should beare no crosse if I did beare
Clo. you, for I thinke you haue no money in your purse.
Ros. Well, this is the Forrest of Arden.