Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Orl. Orl.
Orl. You haue my consent.
Orl. Let your Wedding be to morrow: thither will I
Orl. Inuite the Duke, and all's contented followers:
Orl. Go you, and prepare Aliena; for looke you,
Orl. Heere comes my Rosalinde.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. God saue you brother.
Ol. Ol.
Ol. And you faire sister.
Ros. Oh my deere Orlando, how it greeues me to see
Ros. thee weare thy heart in a scarfe.
Orl. It is my arme.
Ros. I thought thy heart had beene wounded with
Ros. the clawes of a Lion.
Orl. Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a Lady.