Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. nothing, is to haue rich eyes and poore hands.
Iaq. Iaq.
Iaq. Yes, I haue gain'd my experience.
Iaq. Enter Orlando.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. And your experience makes you sad: I had ra
Ros. ther haue a foole to make me merrie, then experience to
Ros. make me sad, and to trauaile for it too.
Orl. Orl.
Orl. Good day, and happinesse, deere Rosalind.
Iaq. Nay then God buy you, and you talke in blanke
Iaq. verse.
Ros. Farewell Mounsieur Trauellor: looke you
Ros. lispe, and weare strange suites; disable all the benefits
Ros. of your owne Countrie: be out of loue with your
Ros. natiuitie, and almost chide God for making you that
Ros. countenance you are; or I will scarce thinke you haue
Ros. swam in a Gundello. Why how now Orlando, where