Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Edg. By nursing them my Lord. List a breefe tale,
Edg. And when 'tis told, O that my heart would burst.
Edg. The bloody proclamation to escape
Edg. That follow'd me so neere, (O our liues sweetnesse,
Edg. That we the paine of death would hourely dye,
Edg. Rather then die at once) taught me to shift
Edg. Into a mad‐mans rags, t'assume a semblance
Edg. That very Dogges disdain'd: and in this habit
Edg. Met I my Father with his bleeding Rings,
Edg. Their precious Stones new lost: became his guide,
Edg. Led him, begg'd for him, sau'd him from dispaire.
Edg. Neuer (O fault) reueal'd my selfe vnto him,
Edg. Vntill some halfe houre past when I was arm'd,
Edg. Not sure, though hoping of this good successe,
Edg. I ask'd his blessing, and from first to last
Edg. Told him our pilgrimage. But his flaw'd heart
Edg. (Alacke too weake the conflict to support)
Edg. Twixt two extremes of passion, ioy and greefe,
Edg. Burst smilingly.
Bast. Bast.