Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. If the scorne of your bright eine
Ros. Haue power to raise such loue in mine,
Ros. Alacke, in me, what strange effect
Ros. Would they worke in milde aspect?
Ros. Whiles you chid me, I did loue,
Ros. How then might your praiers moue?
Ros. He that brings this loue to thee,
Ros. Little knowes this Loue in me:
Ros. And by him seale vp thy minde,
Ros. Whether that thy youth and kinde
Ros. Will the faithfull offer take
Ros. Of me, and all that I can make,
Ros. Or else by him my loue denie,
Ros. And then Ile studie how to die.
Sil. Sil.
Sil. Call you this chiding?
Cel. Cel.
Cel. Alas poore Shepheard.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Doe you pitty him? No, he deserues no pitty: