Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Arui. Arui.
Arui. O'th'floore:
Arui. His armes thus leagu'd, I thought he slept, and put
Arui. My clowted Brogues from off my feete, whose rudenesse
Arui. Answer'd my steps too lowd.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. Why, he but sleepes:
Gui. If he be gone, hee'l make his Graue, a Bed:
Gui. With female Fayries will his Tombe be haunted,
Gui. And Wormes will not come to thee.
Arui. With fayrest Flowers
Arui. Whil'st Sommer lasts, and I liue heere, Fidele,
Arui. Ile sweeten thy sad graue: thou shalt not lacke
Arui. The Flower that's like thy face. Pale‑Primrose, nor
Arui. The azur'd Hare‑Bell, like thy Veines: no, nor
Arui. The leafe of Eglantine, whom not to slander,
Arui. Out‑sweetned not thy breath: the Raddocke would
Arui. With Charitable bill (Oh bill sore shaming
Arui. Those rich‑left‑heyres, that let their Fathers lye