Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. Wine comes out of a narrow‑mouth'd bottle: either too
Ros. much at once, or none at all. I pre'thee take the Corke
Ros. out of thy mouth, that I may drinke thy tydings.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. So you may put a man in your belly.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Is he of Gods making? What manner of man?
Ros. Is his head worth a hat? Or his chin worth a beard?
Cel. Nay, he hath but a little beard.
Ros. Why God will send more, if the man will bee
Ros. thankful: let me stay the growth of his beard, if thou
Ros. delay me not the knowledge of his chin.
Cel. It is yong Orlando, that tript vp the Wrastlers
Cel. heeles, and your heart, both in an instant.
Ros. Nay, but the diuell take mocking: speake sadde
Ros. brow, and true maid.