Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clo. And I mine: I remember when I was in loue, I
Clo. broke my sword vpon a stone, and bid him take that for
Clo. comming a night to Iane Smile, and I remember the kis
Clo. sing of her batler, and the Cowes dugs that her prettie
Clo. chopt hands had milk'd; and I remember the wooing
Clo. of a peascod instead of her, from whom I tooke two
Clo. cods, and giuing her them againe, said with weeping
Clo. teares, weare these for my sake: wee that are true Lo
Clo. uers, runne into strange capers; but as all is mortall in nature, so
Clo. is all nature in loue, mortall in folly.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Thou speak'st wiser then thou art ware of.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Nay, I shall nere be ware of mine owne wit, till
Clo. I breake my shins against it.
Ros. Ioue, Ioue, this Shepherds passion,
Ros. Is much vpon my fashion.
Clo. And mine, but it growes something stale with