Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pati. Pati.
Pati. Do you note
Pati. How much her Grace is alter'd on the sodaine?
Pati. How long her face is drawne? How pale she lookes,
Pati. And of an earthy cold? Marke her eyes?
Grif. Grif.
Grif. She is going Wench. Pray, pray.
Pati. Heauen comfort her.
Pati. Enter a Messenger.
Mes. Mes.
Mes. And't like your Grace—
Kath. Kath.
Kath. You are a sawcy Fellow,
Kath. Deserue we no more Reuerence?
Grif. You are too blame,
Grif. Knowing she will not loose her wonted Greatnesse
Grif. To vse so rude behauiour. Go too, kneele.