Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Bast.
Bast. The Dolphin is preparing hither‑ward,
Bast. Where heauen he knowes how we shall answer him.
Bast. For in a night the best part of my powre,
Bast. As I vpon aduantage did remoue,
Bast. Were in the Washes all vnwarily,
Bast. Deuoured by the vnexpected flood.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. You breath these dead newes in as dead an eare
Sal. My Liege, my Lord: but now a King, now thus.
Hen. Hen.
Hen. Euen so must I run on, and euen so stop.
Hen. What surety of the world, what hope, what stay,
Hen. When this was now a King, and now is clay?
Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behinde,
Bast. To do the office for thee, of reuenge,
Bast. And then my soule shall waite on thee to heauen,
Bast. As it on earth hath bene thy seruant still.
Bast. Now, now you Starres, that moue in your right spheres,