Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. 'Tis at the tufft of Oliues, here hard by:
Ros. Will you goe Sister? Shepheard ply her hard:
Ros. Come
Ros. As you like it.
Ros. Come Sister: Shepheardesse, looke on him better
Ros. And be not proud, though all the world could see,
Ros. None could be so abus'd in sight as hee.
Ros. Come, to our flocke,
Ros. Exit.
Phe. Phe.
Phe. Dead Shepheard, now I find thy saw of might,
Phe. Who euer lov'd, that lou'd not at first sight?
Sil. Sil.
Sil. Sweet Phebe.
Phe. Hah: what saist thou Siluius?
Sil. Sweet Phebe pitty me.
Phe. Why I am sorry for thee gentle Siluius.