Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Orl. They shall be married to morrow: and I will
Orl. bid the Duke to the Nuptiall. But O, how bitter a thing
Orl. it is, to looke into happines through another mans eies:
Orl. by so much the more shall I to morrow be at the height
Orl. of heart heauinesse. by how much I shal thinke my bro
Orl. ther happie, in hauing what he wishes for.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Why then to morrow, I cannot serue your turne
Ros. for Rosalind?
Orl. Orl.
Orl. I can liue no longer by thinking.
Ros. I will wearie you then no longer with idle tal
Ros. king. Know of me then (for now I speake to some pur
Ros. pose) that I know you are a Gentleman of good conceit:
Ros. I speake not this, that you should beare a good opinion
Ros. of my knowledge: insomuch (I say) I know you are: nei
Ros. ther do I labor for a greater esteeme then may in some
Ros. little measure draw a beleefe from you, to do your selfe
Ros. good, and not to grace me. Beleeue then, if you please,