Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Orl. And therefore put I on the countenance
Orl. Of sterne command'ment. But what ere you are
Orl. That in this desert inaccessible,
Orl. Vnder the shade of melancholy boughes,
Orl. Loose, and neglect the creeping houres of time:
Orl. If euer you haue look'd on better dayes:
Orl. If euer beene where bels haue knoll'd to Church:
Orl. If euer sate at any good mans feast:
Orl. If euer from your eye‑lids wip'd a teare,
Orl. And know what 'tis to pittie, and be pittied:
Orl. Let gentlenesse my strong enforcement be,
Orl. In the which hope, I blush, and hide my Sword.
Orl. R
Orl. Duke
Orl. As you like it.
Du. Sen. Du. Sen.
Du. Sen. True is it, that we haue seene better dayes,
Du. Sen. And haue with holy bell bin knowld to Church,
Du. Sen. And sat at good mens feasts, and wip'd our eies
Du. Sen. Of drops, that sacred pity hath engendred: