Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Thes. Takes it in might, not merit.
Thes. Where I haue come, great Clearkes haue purposed
Thes. To greete me with premeditated welcomes;
Thes. Where I haue seene them shiuer and looke pale,
Thes. Make periods in the midst of sentences,
Thes. Throttle their practiz'd accent in their feares,
Thes. And in conclusion, dumbly haue broke off,
Thes. Not paying me a welcome. Trust me sweete,
Thes. Out of this silence yet, I pickt a welcome:
Thes. And in the modesty of fearefull duty,
Thes. I read as much, as from the ratling tongue
Thes. Of saucy and audacious eloquence.
Thes. Loue therefore, and tongue‑tide simplicity,
Thes. In least, speake most, to my capacity.
Egeus. Egeus.
Egeus. So please your Grace, the Prologue is addrest.
Duke. Duke.
Duke. Let him approach.
Duke. Flor. Trum.
Duke. Enter the Prologue.