Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lon. Hee weedes the corne, and still lets grow the
Lon. weeding.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. The Spring is neare when greene geesse are a
Ber. breeding.
Dum. Dum.
Dum. How followes that?
Ber. Fit in his place and time.
Dum. In reason nothing.
Ber. Something then in rime.
Ferd. Ferd.
Ferd. Berowne is like an enuious sneaping Frost,
Ferd. That bites the first borne infants of the Spring.
Ber. Wel, say I am, why should proud Summer boast,
Ber. Before the Birds haue any cause to sing?
Ber. Why should I ioy in any abortiue birth?