Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Car. Car.
Car. Pray heare me.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Would I had neuer trod this English Earth,
Qu. Or felt the Flatteries that grow vpon it:
Qu. Ye haue Angels Faces; but Heauen knowes your hearts.
Qu. What will become of me now, wretched Lady?
Qu. I am the most vnhappy Woman liuing.
Qu. Alas (poore Wenches) where are now your Fortunes?
Qu. Shipwrack'd vpon a Kingdome, where no Pitty,
Qu. No Friends, no Hope, no Kindred weepe for me?
Qu. Almost no Graue allow'd me? Like the Lilly
Qu. That once was Mistris of the Field, and flourish'd,
Qu. Ile hang my head, and perish.
Car. If your Grace
Car. Could but be brought to know, our Ends are honest,
Car. Youl'd feele more comfort. Why shold we (good Lady)
Car. Vpon what cause wrong you? Alas, our Places,
Car. The way of our Profession is against it;