Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. Ros.
Ros. Peace you dull foole, I found them on a tree.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Truely the tree yeelds bad fruite.
Ros. Ile graffe it with you, and then I shall graffe it
Ros. with a Medler: then it will be the earliest fruit i'th coun
Ros. try: for you'l be rotten ere you bee halfe ripe, and that's
Ros. the right vertue of the Medler.
Clo. You haue said: but whether wisely or no, let the
Clo. Forrest iudge.
Clo. Enter Celia with a writing.
Ros. Peace, here comes my sister reading, stand aside.
Cel. Cel.
Cel. Why should this Desert bee,
Cel. for it is vnpeopled? Noe:
Cel. Tonges Ile hang on euerie tree,
Cel. that shall ciuill sayings shoe.