Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. Ros.
Ros. I prethee Shepheard, if that loue or gold
Ros. Can in this desert place buy entertainment,
Ros. Bring vs where we may rest our selues, and feed:
Ros. Here's a yong maid with trauaile much oppressed,
Ros. And faints for succour.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. Faire Sir, I pittie her,
Cor. And wish for her sake more then for mine owne,
Cor. My fortunes were more able to releeue her:
Cor. But I am shepheard to another man,
Cor. And do not sheere the Fleeces that I graze:
Cor. My master is of churlish disposition,
Cor. And little wreakes to finde the way to heauen
Cor. By doing deeds of hospitalitie.
Cor. Besides his Coate, his Flockes, and bounds of feede
Cor. Are now on sale, and at our sheep‑coat now
Cor. By reason of his absence there is nothing
Cor. That you will feed on: but what is, come see,
Cor. And in my voice most welcome shall you be.