Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Old La. aturall rebellion, done i'th blade of youth,
Old La. hen oyle and fire, too strong for reasons force,
Old La. re‑beares it, and burnes on.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. My honour'd Lady,
Kin. haue forgiuen and forgotten all,
Kin. Though my reuenges were high bent vpon him,
Kin. And watch'd the time to shoote.
Laf. Laf.
Laf. This I must say,
Laf. ut first I begge my pardon: the yong Lord
Laf. id to his Maiesty, his Mother, and his Ladie,
Laf. ffence of mighty note; but to himselfe
Laf. he greatest wrong of all. He lost a wife,
Laf. hose beauty did astonish the suruey
Laf. f richest eies: whose words all eares tooke captiue,
Laf. hose deere perfection, hearts that scorn'd to serue,
Laf. Humbly call'd Mistris.
Kin. Praising what is lost,