Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gard. Not yet Sir Thomas Louell: what's the matter?
Gard. It seemes you are in hast: and if there be
Gard. No great offence belongs too't, giue your Friend
Gard. Some touch of your late businesse: Affaires that walke
Gard. (As they say Spirits do) at midnight, haue
Gard. In them a wilder Nature, then the businesse
Gard. That seekes dispatch by day.
Lou. Lou.
Lou. My Lord, I loue you;
Lou. And durst commend a secret to your eare
Lou. Much waightier then this worke. The Queens in Labor
Lou. They say in great Extremity, and fear'd
Lou. Shee'l with the Labour, end.
Gard. Gard.
Gard. The fruite she goes with
Gard. I pray for heartily, that it may finde
Gard. Good time, and liue: but for the Stocke Sir Thomas,
Gard. I wish it grubb'd vp now.
Lou. Me thinkes I could