Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cel. Something browner then Iudasses:
Cel. Marrie his kisses are Iudasses owne children.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. I'faith his haire is of a good colour.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. An excellent colour:
Cel. Your Chessenut was euer the onely colour:
Ros. And his kissing is as ful of sanctitie,
Ros. As the touch of holy bread.
Ros. Cel.
Ros. As you like it.
Cel. Hee hath bought a paire of cast lips of Diana: a
Cel. Nun of winters sisterhood kisses not more religiouslie,
Cel. the very yce of chastity is in them.
Rosa. Rosa.
Rosa. But why did hee sweare hee would come this
Rosa. morning, and comes not?