Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. As thou art tender to’t.
Pol. Exit.
Perd. Perd.
Perd. Euen heere vndone:
Perd. I was not much a‑fear’d: for once, or twice
Perd. I was about to speake, and tell him plainely,
Perd. The selfe‑same Sun, that shines vpon his Court,
Perd. Hides not his visage from our Cottage, but
Perd. Lookes on alike. Wilt please you (Sir) be gone?
Perd. I told you what would come of this: Beseech you
Perd. Of your owne state take care: This dreame of mine
Perd. Being now awake, Ile Queene it no inch farther,
Perd. But milke my Ewes, and weepe.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. Why how now Father,
Cam. Speake ere thou dyest.
Shep. Shep.
Shep. I cannot speake, nor thinke,
Shep. Nor dare to know, that which I know: O Sir,
Shep. You haue vndone a man of fourescore three,