Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. O for two speciall Reasons,
King. Which may to you (perhaps) seeme much vnsinnowed,
King. And yet to me they are strong. The Queen his Mother,
King. Liues almost by his looks: and for my selfe,
King. My Vertue or my Plague, be it either which,
King. She's so coniunctiue to my life and soule;
King. That as the starre moues not but in his Sphere,
King. I could not but by her. The other Motiue,
King. Why to a publike count I might not go,
King. Is the great loue the generall gender beare him,
King. Who dipping all his Faults in their affection,
King. Would like the Spring that turneth Wood to Stone,
King. Conuert his Gyues to Graces. So that my Arrowes
King. Too slightly timbred for so loud a Winde,
King. Would haue reuerted to my Bow againe,
King. And not where I had arm'd them.
Laer. Laer.
Laer. And so haue I a Noble Father lost,
Laer. A Sister driuen into desperate tearmes,
Laer. Who was (if praises may go backe againe)