Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. And if my face were but as faire as yours,
Ros. My Fauour were as great, be witnesse this.
Ros. Nay, I haue Verses too, I thanke Berowne,
Ros. The numbers true, and were the numbring too.
Ros. I were the fairest goddesse on the ground.
Ros. I am compar'd to twenty thousand fairs.
Ros. O he hath drawne my picture in his letter.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Any thing like?
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Much in the letters, nothing in the praise.
Qu. Beauteous as Incke: a good conclusion.
Kat. Kat.
Kat. Faire as a text B. in a Coppie booke.
Ros. Ware pensals. How? Let me not die your debtor,
Ros. My red Dominicall, my golden letter.
Ros. O that your face were full of Oes.