Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Oli. Teares our recountments had most kindely bath'd,
Oli. As how I came into that Desert place.
Oli. I briefe, he led me to the gentle Duke,
Oli. Who gaue me fresh aray, and entertainment,
Oli. Committing me vnto my brothers loue,
Oli. Who led me instantly vnto his Caue,
Oli. There stript himselfe, and heere vpon his arme
Oli. The Lyonnesse had torne some flesh away,
Oli. Which all this while had bled; and now he fainted,
Oli. And cride in fainting vpon Rosalinde.
Oli. Briefe, I recouer'd him, bound vp his wound,
Oli. And after some small space, being strong at heart,
Oli. He sent me hither, stranger as I am
Oli. To tell this story, that you might excuse
Oli. His broken promise, and to giue this napkin
Oli. Died in this bloud, vnto the Shepheard youth,
Oli. That he in sport doth call his Rosalind.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. Why how now Ganimed, sweet Ganimed.
Oli. Oli.