Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rosa. Are numbred in the trauell of one mile?
Bero. Bero.
Bero. We number nothing that we spend for you,
Bero. Our dutie is so rich, so infinite,
Bero. That we may doe it still without accompt.
Bero. Vouchsafe to shew the sunshine of your face,
Bero. That we (like sauages) may worship it.
Rosa. Rosa.
Rosa. My face is but a Moone and clouded too.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Blessed are clouds, to doe as such clouds do.
Kin. Vouchsafe bright Moone, and these thy stars to shine,
Kin. (Those clouds remooued) vpon our waterie eyne.
Rosa. O vaine peticioner, beg a greater matter,
Rosa. Thou now requests but Mooneshine in the water.
Kin. Then in our measure, vouchsafe but one change.
Kin. Thou bidst me begge, this begging is not strange.