Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. Nimble mischance, that art so light of foote,
Qu. Doth not thy Embassage belong to me?
Qu. And am I last that knowes it? Oh thou think'st
Qu. To serue me last, that I may longest keepe
Qu. Thy sorrow in my breast. Come Ladies goe,
Qu. To meet at London, Londons King in woe.
Qu. What was I borne to this: that my sad looke,
Qu. Should grace the Triumph of great Bullingbrooke.
Qu. Gard'ner, for telling me this newes of woe,
Qu. I would the Plants thou graft'st, may neuer grow.
Qu. Exit.
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G Poore Queen, so that thy State might be no worse,
G I would my skill were subiect to thy curse:
G Heere did she drop a teare, heere in this place
G Ile set a Banke of Rew, sowre Herbe of Grace:
G Rue, eu'n for ruth, heere shortly shall be seene,
G In the remembrance of a Weeping Queene.
G Exit.
G Actus Quartus. Scœna Prima.