Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Perd. Hot Lauender, Mints, Sauory, Mariorum,
Perd. The Mary‑gold, that goes to bed with’Sun,
Perd. And with him rises, weeping: These are flowres
Perd. Of middle summer, and I thinke they are giuen
Perd. To men of middle age. Y’are very welcome.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. I should leaue grasing, were I of your flocke,
Cam. And onely liue by gazing.
Perd. Perd.
Perd. Out alas:
Perd. You’ld be so leane, that blasts of Ianuary
Perd. Would blow you through and through. Now (my fairst (Friend,
Perd. I would I had some Flowres o’th Spring, that might
Perd. Become your time of day: and yours, and yours,
Perd. That weare vpon your Virgin‑branches yet
Perd. Your Maiden‑heads growing: O Proserpina,
Perd. For the Flowres now, that (frighted) thou let’st fall
Perd. From Dysses Waggon: Daffadils,
Perd. That come before the Swallow dares, and take
Perd. The windes of March with beauty: Violets (dim,