Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Falst. Falst.
Falst. My King, my Ioue; I speake to thee, my heart.
King. King.
King. I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy Prayers:
King. How ill white haires become a Foole, and Iester?
King. I haue
King. The second Part of King Henry the Fourth.
King. I haue long dream'd of such a kinde of man,
King. So surfeit‑swell'd, so old, and so prophane:
King. But being awake, I do despise my dreame.
King. Make lesse thy body (hence) and more thy Grace,
King. Leaue gourmandizing; Know the Graue doth gape
King. For thee, thrice wider then for other men.
King. Reply not to me, with a Foole‑borne Iest,
King. Presume not, that I am the thing I was,
King. For heauen doth know (so shall the world perceiue)
King. That I haue turn'd away my former Selfe,
King. So will I those that kept me Companie.
King. When thou dost heare I am, as I haue bin,
King. Approach me, and thou shalt be as thou was't