Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bush. Finde shapes of greefe, more then himselfe to waile,
Bush. Which look'd on as it is, is naught burbut shadowes
Bush. Of what it is not: then thrice‑gracious Queene,
Bush. More then your Lords departure weep not, more's not (seene;
Bush. Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrowes eie,
Bush. Which for things true, weepe things imaginary.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. It may be so: but yet my inward soule
Qu. Perswades me it is otherwise: how ere it be,
Qu. I cannot but be sad: so heauy sad,
Qu. As though on thinking on no thought I thinke,
Qu. Makes me with heauy nothing faint and shrinke.
Bush. Bush.
Bush. 'Tis nothing but conceit (my gracious Lady.)
Bush. Queene.
Bush. The life and death of Richard the second.
Qu. 'Tis nothing lesse: conceit is still deriu'd
Qu. From some fore‑father greefe, mine is not so,
Qu. For nothing hath begot my something greefe,