Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Boy. Dismaskt, their damaske sweet commixture showne,
Boy. Are Angels vailing clouds, or Roses blowne.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Auant perplexitie: What shall vve do,
Qu. If they returne in their owne shapes to wo?
Rosa. Rosa.
Rosa. Good Madam, if by me you'l be aduis'd.
Rosa. Let's mocke them still as well knowne as disguis'd:
Rosa. Let vs complaine to them vvhat fooles were heare,
Rosa. Disguis'd like Muscouites in shapelesse geare:
Rosa. And wonder what they were, and to what end
Rosa. Their shallow showes, and Prologue vildely pen'd:
Rosa. And their rough carriage so ridiculous,
Rosa. Should be presented at our Tent to vs.
Boyet. Boyet.
Boyet. Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at hand.
Quee. Quee.
Quee. Whip to our Tents, as Roes runnes ore Land.
Quee. Exeunt.
Quee. Enter the King and the rest.