Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Post. WHen as a Lyons whelpe, shall to himselfe vnknown, with
Post. out seeking finde, and bee embrac'd by a peece of tender
Post. Ayre: And when from a stately Cedar shall be lopt branches,
Post. which being dead many yeares, shall after reuiue, bee ioynted to
Post. the old Stocke, and freshly grow, then shall Posthumus end his
Post. miseries, Britaine be fortunate, and flourish in Peace and Plen
Post. tie.
Post. 'Tis still a Dreame: or else such stuffe as Madmen
Post. Tongue, and braine not: either both, or nothing
Post. Or senselesse speaking, or a speaking such
Post. As sense cannot vntye. Be what it is,
Post. The Action of my life is like it, which Ile keepe
Post. If but for simpathy.
Post. Enter Gaoler.
Gao. Gao.
Gao. Come Sir, are you ready for death?
Post. Post.
Post. Ouer‑roasted rather: ready long ago.
Gao. Hanging is the word, Sir, if you bee readie for