Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Oli. What man I am, and how, and why, and where
Oli. This handkercher was stain'd.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. I pray you tell it.
Oli. Oli.
Oli. When last the yong Orlando parted from you,
Oli. He left a promise to returne againe
Oli. Within an houre, and pacing through the Forrest,
Oli. Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancie,
Oli. Loe vvhat befell: he threw his eye aside,
Oli. And marke what obiect did present it selfe
Oli. Vnder an old Oake, whose bows were moss'd with age
Oli. And high top, bald with drie antiquitie:
Oli. A wretched ragged man, ore‑growne with haire
Oli. Lay sleeping on his back; about his necke
Oli. A greene and guilded snake had wreath'd it selfe,
Oli. Who with her head, nimble in threats approach'd
Oli. The opening of his mouth: but sodainly
Oli. Seeing Orlando, it vnlink'd it selfe,
Oli. And with indented glides, did slip away