Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cor. vnto the sweet Birds throte:
Cor. Come hither, come hither, come hither:
Cor. Heere shall he see no enemie,
Cor. But Winter and rough Weather.
Iaq. Iaq.
Iaq. More, more, I pre'thee more.
Amy. Amy.
Amy. It will make you melancholly Monsieur Iaques.
Iaq. I thanke it: More, I prethee more,
Iaq. I can sucke melancholly out of a song,
Iaq. As a Weazel suckes egges: More, I pre'thee more.
Amy. My voice is ragged, I know I cannot please
Amy. you.
Iaq. I do not desire you to please me,
Iaq. I do desire you to sing:
Iaq. Come, more, another stanzo: Cal you 'em stanzo's?