Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. For boy, howeuer we do praise our selues,
Du. Our fancies are more giddie and vnfirme,
Du. More longing, wauering, sooner lost and worne,
Du. Then womens are.
Vio. Vio.
Vio. I thinke it well my Lord.
Du. Du.
Du. Then let thy Loue be yonger then thy selfe,
Du. Or thy affection cannot hold the bent:
Du. For women are as Roses, whose faire flowre
Du. Being once displaid, doth fall that verie howre.
Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so:
Vio. To die, euen when they to perfection grow.
Vio. Enter Curio & Clowne.
Du. O fellow come, the song we had last night:
Du. Marke it Cesario, it is old and plaine;
Du. The Spinsters and the Knitters in the Sun,
Du. And the free maides that weaue their thred with bones,