Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. Pause awhile:
Fri. And let my counsell sway you in this case,
Fri. Your daughter heere the Princesse (left for dead)
Fri. Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
Fri. And publish it, that she is dead indeed:
Fri. Maintaine a mourning ostentation,
Fri. And on your Families old monument,
Fri. Hang mournfull Epitaphes, and do all rites,
Fri. That appertaine vnto a buriall.
Leon. Leon.
Leon. What shall become of this? What wil this do?
Fri. Fri.
Fri. Marry this wel carried, shall on her behalfe,
Fri. Change slander to remorse, that is some good,
Fri. But not for that dreame I on this strange course,
Fri. But on this trauaile looke for greater birth:
Fri. She dying, as it must be so maintain'd,
Fri. Vpon the instant that she was accus'd,
Fri. Shal be lamented, pittied, and excus'd
Fri. Of euery hearer: for it so fals out,