Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glost. better told.
King. King.
King. Where wert thou borne?
Simpc. Simpc.
Simpc. At Barwick in the North, and't like your
Simpc. Grace.
King. Poore Soule,
King. Gods goodnesse hath beene great to thee:
King. Let neuer Day nor Night vnhallowed passe,
King. But still remember what the Lord hath done.
Queene. Queene.
Queene. Tell me, good‑fellow,
Queene. Cam'st thou here by Chance, or of Deuotion,
Queene. To this holy Shrine?
Simpc. God knowes of pure Deuotion,
Simpc. Being call'd a hundred times, and oftner,
Simpc. In my sleep, by good Saint Albon:
Simpc. Who said; Symon, come; come offer at my Shrine,