The Bodleian First Folio

A digital facsimile of the First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Bodleian Arch. G c.7.



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Act: 3 - Scene: 7

Orleance. Orleance.

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Orleance. No more Cousin.

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Dolph. Dolph.

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Dolph. Nay, the man hath no wit, that cannot from the rising of the Larke to the lodging of the Lambe, varie deserued prayse on my Palfray: it is a Theame as fluent as the Sea: Turne the Sands into eloquent tongues, and my Horse is argument for them all: 'tis a subiect for a Soueraigne to reason on, and for a Soueraignes So- ueraigne to ride on: And for the World, familiar to vs, and vnknowne, to lay apart their particular Functions, and wonder at him, I once writ a Sonnet in his prayse, and began thus, Wonder of Nature.

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Orleance. Orleance.

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Orleance. I haue heard a Sonnet begin so to ones Mi- stresse.

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Dolph. Dolph.

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Dolph. Then did they imitate that which I compos'd to my Courser, for my Horse is my Mistresse.

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Orleance. Orleance.

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Orleance. Your Mistresse beares well.

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Dolph. Dolph.

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Dolph. Me well, which is the prescript prayse and per- fection of a good and particular Mistresse.

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Const. Const.

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Const. Nay, for me thought yesterday your Mistresse shrewdly shooke your back.

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Dolph. Dolph.

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Dolph. So perhaps did yours.

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Const. Const.

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Const. Mine was not bridled.

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Dolph. O then belike she was old and gentle, and you rode like a Kerne of Ireland, your French Hose off, and in your strait Strossers.