Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Forbeare to sleepe the night, and fast the day:
Mar. Compare dead happinesse, with liuing woe:
Mar. Thinke that thy Babes were sweeter then they were,
Mar. And he that slew them fowler then he is:
Mar. Bett'ring thy losse, makes the bad causer worse,
Mar. Reuoluing this, will teach thee how to Curse.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. My words are dull, O quicken them with thine.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Thy woes will make them sharpe,
Mar. And pierce like mine.
Mar. Exit Margaret.
Dut. Dut.
Dut. Why should calamity be full of words?
Qu. Windy Atturnies to their Clients Woes,
Qu. Ayery succeeders of intestine ioyes,
Qu. Poore breathing Orators of miseries,
Qu. Let them haue scope, though what they will impart,
Qu. Helpe nothing els, yet do they ease the hart.