Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Volum. he wonne Honor, then in the embracements of his Bed,
Volum. where he would shew most loue. When yet hee was but
Volum. tender‑bodied, and the onely Sonne of my womb; when
Volum. youth with comelinesse pluck'd all gaze his way; when
Volum. for a day of Kings entreaties, a Mother should not sel him
Volum. an houre from her beholding; I considering how Honour
Volum. would become such a person, that it was no better then
Volum. Picture‑like to hang by th' wall, if renowne made it not
Volum. stirre, was pleas'd to let him seeke danger, where he was
Volum. like to finde fame: To a cruell Warre I sent him, from
Volum. whence he return'd, his browes bound with Oake. I tell
Volum. thee Daughter, I sprang not more in ioy at first hearing
Volum. he was a Man‑child, then now in first seeing he had pro
Volum. ued himselfe a man.
Virg. Virg.
Virg. But had he died in the Businesse Madame, how
Virg. then?
Volum. Volum.
Volum. Then his good report should haue beene my
Volum. Sonne, I therein would haue found issue. Heare me pro