Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kin. This happy Child, did I get any thing.
Kin. This Oracle of comfort, ha's so pleas'd me,
Kin. That when I am in Heauen, I shall desire
Kin. To see what this Child does, and praise my Maker.
Kin. I thanke ye all. To you my good Lord Maior,
Kin. And you good Brethren, I am much beholding:
Kin. I haue receiu'd much Honour by your presence,
Kin. And ye shall find me thankfull. Lead the way Lords,
Kin. Ye must all see the Queene, and she must thanke ye,
Kin. She will be sicke els. This day, no man thinke
Kin. 'Has businesse at his house; for all shall stay:
Kin. This Little‑One shall make it Holy‑day.
Kin. Exeunt.
Kin. THE EPILOGVE.
Kin. TIs ten to one, this Play can neuer please
Kin. All that are heere: Some come to take their ease,
Kin. And sleepe an Act or two; but tbose we feare
Kin. W'haue frighted with our Tumpets: so 'tis cleare,
Kin. They'll say tis naught. Others to heare the City
Kin. Abus'd extreamly, and to cry that's witty,