Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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3 Bin loose, this day they had been lost. Such ioy
3 I neuer saw before. Great belly'd women,
3 That had not halfe a weeke to go, like Rammes
3 In the old time of Warre, would shake the prease
3 And make 'em reele before 'em. No man liuing
3 Could say this is my wife there, all were wouen
3 So strangely in one peece.
2 2
2 But what follow'd?
3 3
3 At length, her Grace rose, and with modest paces
3 Came to the Altar, where she kneel'd, and Saint‑like
3 Cast her faire eyes to Heauen, and pray'd deuoutly,
3 Then rose againe, and bow'd her to the people:
3 When by the Arch‑byshop of Canterbury,
3 She had all the Royall makings of a Queene;
3 As holy Oyle, Edward Confessors Crowne,
3 The Rod, and Bird of Peace, and all such Emblemes
3 Laid Nobly on her: which perform'd, the Quire
3 With