Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sic. His radiant Roofe: Away, and to be blest
Sic. Let vs with care performe his great behest.
Sic. Vanish
Post. Post.
Post. Sleepe, thou hast bin a Grandsire, and begot
Post. A Father to me: and thou hast created
Post. A Mother, and two Brothers. But (oh scorne)
Post. Gone, they went hence so soone as they were borne:
Post. And so I am awake. Poore Wretches, that depend
Post. On Greatnesse, Fauour; Dreame as I haue done,
Post. Wake, and finde nothing. But (alas) I swerue:
Post. Many Dreame not to finde, neither deserue,
Post. And yet are steep'd in Fauours; so am I
Post. That haue this Golden chance, and know not why:
Post. What Fayeries haunt this ground? A Book? Oh rare one,
Post. Be not, as is our fangled world, a Garment
Post. Nobler then that it couers. Let thy effects
Post. So follow, to be most vnlike our Courtiers,
Post. As good, as promise.
Post. Reades.