Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Abbot. I see your Browes are full of Discontent,
Abbot. Your Heart of Sorrow, and your Eyes of Teares.
Abbot. Come home with me to Supper, Ile lay a Plot
Abbot. Shall shew vs all a merry day.
Abbot. Exeunt.
Abbot. Actus Quintus. Scena Prima.
Abbot. [Act 5, Scene 1]
Abbot. Enter Queene, and Ladies.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. This way the King will come: this is the way
Qu. To Iulius Cæsars ill‑erected Tower:
Qu. To whose flint Bosome, my condemned Lord
Qu. Is doom'd a Prisoner, by prowd Bullingbrooke.
Qu. Here let vs rest, if this rebellious Earth
Qu. Haue any resting for her true Kings Queene.
Qu. Enter Richard, and Guard.
Qu. But soft, but see, or rather doe not see,
Qu. My faire Rose wither: yet looke vp; behold,
Qu. That you in pittie may dissolue to dew,
Qu. And wash him fresh againe with true‑loue Teares.