Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Luc.
Luc. Dreame often so,
Luc. And neuer false. Soft hoa, what truncke is heere?
Luc. Without his top? The ruine speakes, that sometime
Luc. It was a worthy building. How? a Page?
Luc. Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead rather:
Luc. For Nature doth abhorre to make his bed
Luc. With the defunct, or sleepe vpon the dead.
Luc. Let's see the Boyes face.
Cap. Cap.
Cap. Hee's aliue my Lord.
Luc. Hee'l then instruct vs of this body: Young one,
Luc. Informe vs of thy Fortunes, for it seemes
Luc. They craue to be demanded: who is this
Luc. Thou mak'st thy bloody Pillow? Or who was he
Luc. That (otherwise then noble Nature did)
Luc. Hath alter'd that good Picture? What's thy interest
Luc. In this sad wracke? How came't? Who is't?
Luc. What art thou?