Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ir. Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine.
Ir. Enter Ceres.
Cer. Cer.
Cer. Haile, many‑coloured Messenger, that nere
Cer. Do'st disobey the wife of Iupiter:
Cer. Who, with thy saffron wings, vpon my flowres
Cer. Diffusest hony drops, refreshing showres,
Cer. And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowne
Cer. My boskie acres, and my vnshrubd downe,
Cer. Rich scarph to my proud earth: why hath thy Queene
Cer. Summond me hither, to this short gras'd Greene?
Ir. Ir.
Ir. A contract of true Loue, to celebrate,
Ir. And some donation freely to estate
Ir. On the bles'd Louers
Cer. Tell me heauenly Bowe,
Cer. If Venus or her Sonne, as thou do'st know,
Cer. Doe now attend the Queene? since they did plot
Cer. The meanes, that duskie Dis, my daughter got,