Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kin. Ere they can hide their leuitie in honour:
Kin. So like a Courtier, contempt nor bitternesse
Kin. Were in his pride, or sharpnesse; if they were,
Kin. His equall had awak'd them, and his honour
Kin. Clocke to it selfe, knew the true minute when
Kin. Exception bid him speake: and at this time
Kin. His tongue obey'd his hand. Who were below him,
Kin. He vs'd as creatures of another place,
Kin. And bow'd his eminent top to their low rankes,
Kin. Making them proud of his humilitie,
Kin. In their poore praise he humbled: Such a man
Kin. Might be a copie to these yonger times;
Kin. Which followed well, would demonstrate them now
Kin. But goers backward.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. His good remembrance sir
Ber. Lies richer in your thoughts, then on his tombe:
Ber. So in approofe liues not his Epitaph,
Ber. As in your royall speech.
King. King.