Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Orl. Scena Septima.
Orl. [Act 2, Scene 7]
Orl. Enter Duke Sen. & Lord, like Out‑lawes.
Du. Sen. Du. Sen.
Du. Sen. I thinke he be transform'd into a beast,
Du. Sen. For I can no where finde him, like a man.
1. Lord. 1. Lord.
1. Lord. My Lord, he is but euen now gone hence,
1. Lord. Heere was he merry, hearing of a Song.
Du. Sen. If he compact of iarres, grow Musicall,
Du. Sen. We shall haue shortly discord in the Spheares:
Du. Sen. Go seeke him, tell him I would speake with him.
Du. Sen. Enter Iaques.
1. Lord. He saues my labor by his owne approach.
Du. Sen. Why how now Monsieur, what a life is this
Du. Sen. That your poore friends must woe your companie,
Du. Sen. What, you looke merrily.