Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gent. I doubt of his Temperance.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. O my deere Father, restauratian hang
Cor. Thy medicine on my lippes, and let this kisse
Cor. Repaire those violent harmes, that my two Sisters
Cor. Haue in thy Reuerence made.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. Kind and deere Princesse.
Cor. Had you not bin their Father, these white flakes
Cor. Did challenge pitty of them. Was this a face
Cor. To be oppos'd against the iarring windes?
Cor. Mine Enemies dogge, though he had bit me,
Cor. Should haue stood that night against my fire,
Cor. And was't thou faine (poore Father)
Cor. To houell thee with Swine and Rogues forlorne,
Cor. In short, and musty straw? Alacke, alacke,
Cor. 'Tis wonder that thy life and wits, at once
Cor. Had not concluded all. He wakes, speake to him.
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