Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cel. Cel.
Cel. You haue simply misus'd our sexe in your loue prate: As you like it.
Cel. prate: we must haue your doublet and hose pluckt ouer
Cel. your head, and shew the world what the bird hath done
Cel. to her owne neast.
Cel. prate:
Cel. As you like it.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. O coz, coz, coz: my pretty little coz, that thou
Ros. didst know how many fathome deepe I am in loue: but
Ros. it cannot bee sounded: my affection hath an vnknowne
Ros. bottome, like the Bay of Portugall.
Cel. Or rather bottomlesse, that as fast as you poure
Cel. affection in, in runs out.
Ros. No, that same wicked Bastard of Venus, that was
Ros. begot of thought, conceiu'd of spleene, and borne of
Ros. madnesse, that blinde rascally boy, that abuses euery
Ros. ones eyes, because his owne are out, let him bee iudge,