Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. He ha's strangled his Language in his teares.
King. Enter Olde Lady.
Gent. Gent.
Gent. within.
Gent. Come backe: what meane you?
Lady. Lady.
Lady. Ile not come backe, the tydings that I bring
Lady. Will make my boldnesse, manners. Now good Angels
Lady. Fly o're thy Royall head, and shade thy person
Lady. Vnder their blessed wings.
King. King.
King. Now by thy lookes
King. I gesse thy Message. Is the Queene deliuer'd?
King. Say I, and of a boy.
Lady. I, I my Liege,
Lady. And of a louely Boy: the God of heauen
Lady. Both now, and euer blesse her: 'Tis a Gyrle
Lady. Promises Boyes heereafter. Sir, your Queen
Lady. Desires your Visitation, and to be