Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gent. Our foster Nurse of Nature, is repose,
Gent. The which he lackes: that to prouoke in him
Gent. Are many Simples operatiue, whose power
Gent. Will close the eye of Anguish.
Cord. Cord.
Cord. All blest Secrets,
Cord. All you vnpublish'd Vertues of the earth
Cord. Spring with my teares; be aydant, and remediate
Cord. In the Goodmans desires: seeke, seeke for him,
Cord. Least his vngouern'd rage, dissolue the life
Cord. That wants the meanes to leade it.
Cord. Enter Messenger.
Mes. Mes.
Mes. Newes Madam,
Mes. The Brittish Powres are marching hitherward.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. 'Tis knowne before. Our preparation stands
Cor. In expectation of them. O deere Father,
Cor. It is thy businesse that I go about: Therfore great France
Cor. My mourning, and importune'd teares hath pittied: