Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Grif. Madam, we are heere.
Kath. Kath.
Kath. It is not you I call for,
Kath. Saw ye none enter since I slept?
Grif. Grif.
Grif. None Madam.
Kath. No? Saw you not euen now a blessed Troope
Kath. Inuite me to a Banquet, whose bright faces
Kath. Cast thousand beames vpon me, like the Sun?
Kath. They promis'd me eternall Happinesse,
Kath. And brought me Garlands (Griffith) which I feele
Kath. I am not worthy yet to weare: I shall assuredly.
Grif. I am most ioyfull Madam, such good dreames
Grif. Possesse your Fancy.
Kath. Bid the Musicke leaue,
Kath. They are harsh and heauy to me.
Kath. Musicke ceases.