Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Alb. Me thought thy very gate did prophesie
Alb. A Royall Noblenesse: I must embrace thee,
Alb. Let sorrow split my heart, if euer I
Alb. Did hate thee, or thy Father.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. Worthy Prince I know't.
Alb. Alb.
Alb. Where haue you hid your selfe?
Alb. How haue you knowne the miseries of your Father?
Edg. By nursing them my Lord. List a breefe tale,
Edg. And when 'tis told, O that my heart would burst.
Edg. The bloody proclamation to escape
Edg. That follow'd me so neere, (O our liues sweetnesse,
Edg. That we the paine of death would hourely dye,
Edg. Rather then die at once) taught me to shift
Edg. Into a mad‐mans rags, t'assume a semblance
Edg. That very Dogges disdain'd: and in this habit
Edg. Met I my Father with his bleeding Rings,
Edg. Their precious Stones new lost: became his guide,