Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mop. Mop.
Mop. Now in good time.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Not a word, a word, we stand vpon our manners,
Clo. Come, strike vp.
Clo. Heere a Daunce of Shepheards and
Clo. Shephearddesses.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. Pray good Shepheard, what faire Swaine is this,
Pol. Which dances with your daughter?
Shep. Shep.
Shep. They call him Doricles, and boasts himselfe
Shep. To haue a worthy Feeding; but I haue it
Shep. Vpon his owne report, and I beleeue it:
Shep. He lookes like sooth: he sayes he loues my daughter,
Shep. I thinke so too; for neuer gaz’d the Moone
Shep. Vpon the water, as hee’l stand and reade
Shep. As 'twere my daughters eyes: and to be plaine,
Shep. I thinke there is not halfe a kisse to choose
Shep. Who loues another best.