The Bodleian First Folio

A digital facsimile of the First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Bodleian Arch. G c.7.



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Wol. Wol.

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Wol. So farewell, to the little good you beare me.

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Wol. Farewell? A long farewell to all my Greatnesse.

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Wol. This is the state of Man; to day he puts forth

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Wol. The tender Leaues of hopes, to morrow Blossomes,

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Wol. And beares his blushing Honors thicke vpon him:

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Wol. The third day, comes a Frost; a killing Frost,

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Wol. And when he thinkes, good easie man, full surely

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Wol. His

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Wol. The Life of King Henry the Eight.

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Wol. His Greatnesse is a ripening, nippes his roote,

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Wol. And then he fals as I do. I haue ventur'd

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Wol. Like little wanton Boyes that swim on bladders:

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Wol. This many Summers in a Sea of Glory,

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Wol. But farre beyond my depth: my high‑blowne Pride

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Wol. At length broke vnder me, and now ha's left me

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Wol. Weary, and old with Seruice, to the mercy

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Wol. Of a rude streame, that must for euer hide me.

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Wol. Vaine pompe, and glory of this World, I hate ye,

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Wol. I feele my heart new open'd. Oh how wretched