Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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War. Be patient (Princes) you doe know, these Fits
War. Are with his Highnesse very ordinarie.
War. Stand from him, giue him ayre:
War. Hee'le straight be well.
Clar. Clar.
Clar. No, no, hee cannot long hold out: these pangs,
Clar. Th'incessant care, and labour of his Minde,
Clar. Hath wrought the Mure, that should confine it in,
Clar. So thinne, that Life lookes through, and will breake out.
Glo. Glo.
Glo. The people feare me: for they doe obserue
Glo. Vnfather'd Heires, and loathly Births of Nature:
Glo. The Seasons change their manners, as the Yeere
Glo. Had found some Moneths asleep, and leap'd them ouer.
Clar. The Riuer hath thrice flow'd, no ebbe betweene:
Clar. And the old folke (Times doting Chronicles)
Clar. Say it did so, a little time before
Clar. That our great Grand‑sire Edward sick'd, and dy'de.
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