Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Marc. Marc.
Marc. I am sorrie Madam, for the newes I bring is
Marc. heauie in my tongue. The King your father
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Dead for my life.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Euen so: My tale is told.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. Worthies away, the Scene begins to cloud.
Brag. Brag.
Brag. For mine owne part, I breath free breath: I
Brag. haue seene the day of wrong, through the little hole of
Brag. discretion, and I will right my selfe like a Souldier.
Brag. Exeunt Worthies
Kin. Kin.
Kin. How fare's your Maiestie?
Qu. Boyet prepare, I will away to night.
Kin. Madame not so, I do beseech you stay.