Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. in good sooth, are you he that hangs the verses on the
Ros. Trees, wherein Rosalind is so admired?
Orl. Orl.
Orl. I sweare to thee youth, by the white hand of
Orl. Rosalind, I am that he, that vnfortunate he.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. But are you so much in loue, as your rimes speak?
Orl. Neither rime nor reason can expresse how much.
Ros. Loue is meerely a madnesse, and I tel you, de
Ros. serues as wel a darke house, and a whip, as madmen do:
Ros. and the reason why they are not so punish'd and cured, is
Ros. that the Lunacie is so ordinarie, that the whippers are in
Ros. loue too: yet I professe curing it by counsel.
Orl. Did you euer cure any so?
Ros. Yes one, and in this manner. Hee was to ima
Ros. gine me his Loue, his Mistris: and I set him euerie day