Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. Could not drop forth such giant rude inuention,
Ros. Such Ethiop vvords, blacker in their effect
Ros. Then in their countenance: vvill you heare the letter?
Sil. Sil.
Sil. So please you, for I neuer heard it yet:
Sil. Yet heard too much of Phebes crueltie.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. She Phebes me: marke how the tyrant vvrites.
Ros. Read. Art thou god, to Shepherd turn'd>
Ros. That a maidens heart hath burn'd.
Ros. Can a vvoman raile thus?
Sil. Call you this railing?
Ros. Read. Why, thy godhead laid a part,
Ros. War'st thou with a womans heart?
Ros. Did you euer heare such railing?
Ros. Whiles the eye of man did wooe me,
Ros. That could do no vengeance to me.
Ros. Meaning me a beast.