Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. But I doe take thee Orlando for my husband: there's a
Ros. girle goes before the Priest, and certainely a Womans
Ros. thought runs before her actions.
Orl. Orl.
Orl. So do all thoughts, they are wing'd.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Now tell me how long you would haue her, af
Ros. ter you haue possest her?
Orl. For euer, and a day.
Ros. Say a day, without the euer: no, no Orlando, men
Ros. are Aprill when they woe, December when they wed:
Ros. Maides are May when they are maides, but the sky chan
Ros. ges when they are wiues: I will bee more iealous of
Ros. thee, then a Barbary cocke‑pidgeon ouer his hen, more
Ros. clamorous then a Parrat against raine, more new‑fang
Ros. led then an ape, more giddy in my desires, then a mon
Ros. key: I will weepe for nothing, like Diana in the Foun
Ros. taine, & I wil do that when you are dispos'd to be merry: