Gent. 3. seene, cannot bee spoken of. There might you haue be
Gent. 3. held one Ioy crowne another, so and in such manner, that
Gent. 3. it seem’d Sorrow wept to take leaue of them: for their
Gent. 3. Ioy waded in teares. There was casting vp of Eyes, hol
Gent. 3. ding vp of Hands, with Countenance of such distraction,
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that they were to be knowne by Garment, not by Fauor.
Gent. 3. Our King being ready to leape out of himselfe, for ioy of
Gent. 3. his found Daughter; as if that Ioy were now become a
Gent. 3. Losse, cryes, Oh, thy Mother, thy Mother: then askes
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Bohemia forgiuenesse, then embraces his Sonne‑in‑Law:
Gent. 3. then againe worryes he his Daughter, with clipping her.
Gent. 3. Now he thanks the old Shepheard (which stands by, like
Gent. 3. a Weather‑bitten Conduit, of many Kings Reignes.) I
Gent. 3. neuer heard of such another Encounter; which lames Re