Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Buck. And must needs say a Noble one; which makes me
Buck. A little happier then my wretched Father:
Buck. Yet thus farre we are one in Fortunes; both
Buck. Fell by our Seruants, by those Men we lou'd most:
Buck. A most vnnaturall and faithlesse Seruice.
Buck. Heauen ha's an end in all: yet, you that heare me,
Buck. This from a dying man receiue as certaine:
Buck. Where you are liberall of your loues and Councels,
Buck. Be sure you be not loose; for those you make friends,
Buck. And
Buck. The Life of King Henry the Eight.
Buck. And giue your hearts to; when they once perceiue
Buck. The least rub in your fortunes, fall away
Buck. Like water from ye, neuer found againe
Buck. But where they meane to sinke ye: all good people
Buck. Pray for me, I must now forsake ye; the last houre
Buck. Of my long weary life is come vpon me:
Buck. Farewell; and when you would say somthing that is sad,
Buck. Speake how I fell.
Buck. I haue done; and God forgiue me.