Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ol. 'Tis no matter; Ne're a fantastical knaue of them
Ol. all shal flout me out of my calling.
Ol. Exeunt
Ol. Scœna Quarta.
Ol. [Act 3, Scene 4]
Ol. Enter Rosalind & Celia.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Neuer talke to me, I wil weepe.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. Do I prethee, but yet haue the grace to consider,
Cel. that teares do not become a man.
Ros. But haue I not cause to weepe?
Cel. As good cause as one would desire,
Cel. Therefore weepe.
Ros. His very haire
Ros. Is of the dissembling colour.