Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. Sen. Moue vs to gentlenesse.
Orl. Orl.
Orl. I almost die for food, and let me haue it.
Du. Sen. Du. Sen.
Du. Sen. Sit downe and feed, & welcom to our table
Orl. Speake you so gently? Pardon me I pray you,
Orl. I thought that all things had bin sauage heere,
Orl. And therefore put I on the countenance
Orl. Of sterne command'ment. But what ere you are
Orl. That in this desert inaccessible,
Orl. Vnder the shade of melancholy boughes,
Orl. Loose, and neglect the creeping houres of time:
Orl. If euer you haue look'd on better dayes:
Orl. If euer beene where bels haue knoll'd to Church:
Orl. If euer sate at any good mans feast:
Orl. If euer from your eye‑lids wip'd a teare,
Orl. And know what 'tis to pittie, and be pittied:
Orl. Let gentlenesse my strong enforcement be,
Orl. In the which hope, I blush, and hide my Sword.