Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Mar.
Mar. My Lord, no leaue take I, for I will ride
Mar. As farre as land will let me, by your side.
Gaunt. Gaunt.
Gaunt. Oh to what purpose dost thou hord thy words,
Gaunt. That thou returnst no greeting to thy friends?
Bull. Bull.
Bull. I haue too few to take my leaue of you,
Bull. When the tongues office should be prodigall,
Bull. To breath th'abundant dolour of the heart.
Gau. Gau.
Gau. Thy greefe is but thy absence for a time.
Bull. Ioy absent, greefe is present for that time.
Gan. Gan.
Gan. What is sixe Winters, they are quickely gone?
Bul. Bul.
Bul. To men in ioy, but greefe makes one houre ten.
Gau. Call it a trauell that thou tak'st for pleasure.