Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Would I were with him he would alwaies say,
King. (Me thinkes I heare him now) his plausiue words
King. He scatter'd not in eares, but grafted them
King. To grow there and to beare: Let me not liue,
King. This his good melancholly oft began
King. On the Catastrophe and heele of pastime
King. When it was out: Let me not liue (quoth hee)
King. After my flame lackes oyle, to be the snuffe
King. Of yonger spirits, whose apprehensiue senses
King. All but new things disdaine; whose iudgements are
King. Meere fathers of their garments: whose constancies
King. Expire before their fashions: this he wish'd.
King. I after him, do after him wish too:
King. Since I nor wax nor honie can bring home,
King. I quickly were dissolued from my hiue
King. To giue some Labourers roome.
L.2.E. L.2.E.
L.2.E. You'r loued Sir,
L.2.E. They that least lend it you, shall lacke you first.
Kin. Kin.