Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. monstrous, til his fellow‑fault came to match it.
Orl. Orl.
Orl. I prethee recount some of them.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. No: I wil not cast away my physick, but on those
Ros. that are sicke. There is a man haunts the Forrest, that a
Ros. buses our yong plants with caruing Rosalinde on their
Ros. barkes; hangs Oades vpon Hauthornes, and Elegies on
Ros. brambles; all (forsooth) defying the name of Rosalinde.
Ros. If I could meet that Fancie‑monger, I would giue him
Ros. some good counsel, for he seemes to haue the Quotidian
Ros. of Loue vpon him.
Orl. I am he that is so Loue‑shak'd, I pray you tel
Orl. me your remedie.
Ros. There is none of my Vnckles markes vpon you:
Ros. he taught me how to know a man in loue: in which cage
Ros. of rushes, I am sure you art not prisoner.