Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glost. Must you, Sir Iohn, protect my Lady here?
Stanly. Stanly.
Stanly. So am I giuen in charge, may't please your
Stanly. Grace.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. Entreat her not the worse, in that I pray
Glost. You vse her well: the World may laugh againe,
Glost. And I may liue to doe you kindnesse, if you doe it her.
Glost. And so Sir Iohn, farewell.
Elianor. Elianor.
Elianor. What, gone my Lord, and bid me not fare
Elianor. well?
Glost. Witnesse my teares, I cannot stay to speake.
Glost. Exit Gloster.
Elianor. Art thou gone to? all comfort goe with thee,
Elianor. For none abides with me: my Ioy, is Death;
Elianor. Death, at whose Name I oft haue beene afear'd,
Elianor. Because I wish'd this Worlds eternitie.