Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Shep. That thought to fill his graue in quiet: yea,
Shep. To dye vpon the bed my father dy’de,
Shep. To lye close by his honest bones; but now
Shep. Some Hangman must put on my shrowd, and lay me
Shep. Where no Priest shouels‑in dust. Oh cursed wretch,
Shep. That knew’st this was the Prince, and wouldst aduenture
Shep. To mingle faith with him. Vndone, vndone:
Shep. If I might dye within this houre, I haue liu’d
Shep. To die when I desire.
Shep. Exit.
Flo. Flo.
Flo. Why looke you so vpon me?
Flo. I am but sorry, not affear’d: delaid,
Flo. But nothing altred: What I was, I am:
Flo. More straining on, for plucking backe; not following
Flo. My leash vnwillingly.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. Gracious my Lord,
Cam. You know my Fathers temper: at this time
Cam. He will allow no speech: (which I do ghesse