Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. present partner in this busines, and lay aside the thoughts
Pol. of Sicillia.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. I willingly obey your command.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. My best Camillo, we must disguise our selues.
Pol. Exit
Pol. Scena Tertia.
Pol. [Act 4, Scene 3]
Pol. Enter Autolicus singing.
Pol. When Daffadils begin to peere,
Pol. With heigh the Doxy ouer the dale,
Pol. Why then comes in the sweet o’the yeere,
Pol. For the red blood raigns in y4 the winters pale.
Pol. The white sheete bleaching on the hedge,
Pol. With hey the sweet birds, O how they sing:
Pol. Doth set my pugging tooth an edge,
Pol. For a quart of Ale is a dish for a King.
Pol. The Larke, that tirra Lyra chaunts,
Pol. With heigh, the Thrush and the Iay: