Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. And thanke heauen, fasting, for a good mans loue;
Ros. For I must tell you friendly in your eare,
Ros. Sell when you can, you are not for all markets:
Ros. Cry the man mercy, loue him, take his offer,
Ros. Foule is most foule, being foule to be a scoffer.
Ros. So take her to thee Shepheard, fareyouwell.
Phe. Phe.
Phe. Sweet youth, I pray you chide a yere together,
Phe. I had rather here you chide, then this man wooe.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Hees falne in loue with your foulnesse, & shee'll
Ros. Fall in loue with my anger. If it be so, as fast
Ros. As she answeres thee with frowning lookes, ile sauce
Ros. Her with bitter words: why looke you so vpon me?
Phe. For no ill will I beare you.
Ros. I pray you do not fall in loue with mee,
Ros. For I am falser then vowes made in wine:
Ros. Besides, I like you not: if you will know my house,