Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pist. Pist.
Pist. The heauens thee guard, and keepe, most royall
Pist. Impe of Fame.
Fal. Fal.
Fal. 'Saue thee my sweet Boy.
King. King.
King. My Lord Chiefe Iustice, speake to that vaine
King. man.
Ch. Iust. Ch. Iust.
Ch. Iust. Haue you your wits?
Ch. Iust. Know you what 'tis you speake?
Falst. Falst.
Falst. My King, my Ioue; I speake to thee, my heart.
King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy Prayers:
King. How ill white haires become a Foole, and Iester?
King. I haue
King. The second Part of King Henry the Fourth.
King. I haue long dream'd of such a kinde of man,
King. So surfeit‑swell'd, so old, and so prophane: