Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prince. This is the English, not the Turkish Court:
Prince. Not Amurah, an Amurah succeeds,
Prince. But Harry, Harry: Yet be sad (good Brothers)
Prince. For (to speake truth) it very well becomes you:
Prince. Sorrow, so Royally in you appeares,
Prince. That I will deeply put the Fashion on,
Prince. And weare it in my heart. Why then be sad,
Prince. But entertaine no more of it (good Brothers)
Prince. Then a ioynt burthen, laid vpon vs all.
Prince. For me, by Heauen (I bid you be assur'd)
Prince. Ile be your Father, and your Brother too:
Prince. Let me but beare your Loue, Ile beare your Cares;
Prince. But weepe that Horrie's dead, and so will I.
Prince. But Harry liues, that shall conuert those Teares
Prince. By number, into houres of Happinesse.
Iohn., &c. Iohn., &c.
Iohn., &c. We hope no other from your Maiesty.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. You all looke strangely on me: and you most,
Prin. You are (I thinke) assur'd, if loue you not.