Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. I will laugh like a Hyen, and that when thou art inclin'd
Ros. to sleepe.
Orl. Orl.
Orl. But will my Rosalind doe so?
Ros. Ros.
Ros. By my life, she will doe as I doe.
Orl. O but she is wise.
Ros. Or else shee could not haue the wit to doe this:
Ros. the wiser, the waywarder: make the doores vpon a wo
Ros. mans wit, and it will out at the casement: shut that, and
Ros. 'twill out at the key‑hole: stop that, 'twill flie with the
Ros. smoake out at the chimney.
Orl. A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might
Orl. say, wit whether wil't?
Ros. Nay, you might keepe that checke for it, till you
Ros. met your wiues wit going to your neighbours bed.