Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Burg. With all my wits, my paines, and strong endeuors,
Burg. To bring your most Imperiall Maiesties
Burg. Vnto this Barre, and Royall enterview;
Burg. Your Mightinesse on both parts best can witnesse.
Burg. Since then my Office hath so farre preuayl'd,
Burg. That Face to Face, and Royall Eye to Eye,
Burg. You haue congreeted: let it not disgrace me,
Burg. If I demand before this Royall view,
Burg. What Rub, or what Impediment there is,
Burg. Why that the naked, poore, and mangled Peace,
Burg. Deare Nourse of Arts, Plentyes, and ioyfull Births,
Burg. Should not in this best Garden of the World,
Burg. Our fertile France, put vp her louely Visage?
Burg. Alas, shee hath from France too long been chas'd,
Burg. And all her Husbandry doth lye on heapes,
Burg. Corrupting in it owne fertilitie.
Burg. Her Vine, the merry chearer of the heart,
Burg. Vnpruned, dyes: her Hedges euen pleach'd,
Burg. Like Prisoners wildly ouer-growne with hayre,
Burg. Put forth disorder'd Twigs: her fallow Leas,