Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Perd. But sweeter then the lids of Iuno’s eyes,
Perd. Or Cytherea’s breath) pale Prime‑roses,
Perd. That dye vnmarried, ere they can behold
Perd. Bright Phoebus in his strength (a Maladie
Perd. Most incident to Maids:) bold Oxlips, and
Perd. The Crowne Imperiall: Lillies of all kinds,
Perd. (The Flowre‑de‑Luce being one.) O, these I lacke,
Perd. To make you Garlands of) and my sweet friend,
Perd. To strew him o’re, and ore.
Flo. Flo.
Flo. What? like a Coarse?
Perd. Perd.
Perd. No, like a banke, for Loue to lye, and play on:
Perd. Not like a Coarse: or if: not to be buried,
Perd. But quicke, and in mine armes. Come, take your flours,
Perd. Me thinkes I play as I haue seene them do
Perd. In Whitson‑Pastorals: Sure this Robe of mine
Perd. Do’s change my disposition:
Flo. What you do,