Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aum. Awak'd the sleepie rhewme, and so by chance
Aum. Did grace our hollow parting with a teare.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. What said our Cosin when you parted with him?
Au. Au.
Au. Farewell: and for my hart disdained yt my tongue
Au. Should so prophane the word, that taught me craft
Au. To counterfeit oppression of such greefe,
Au. That word seem'd buried in my sorrowes graue.
Au. Marry, would the word Farwell, haue lengthen'd houres,
Au. And added yeeres to his short banishment,
Au. He should haue had a volume of Farwels,
Au. but since it would not, he had none of me.
Rich. He is our Cosin (Cosin) but 'tis doubt,
Rich. When time shall call him home from banishment,
Rich. Whether our kinsman come to see his friends,
Rich. Our selfe, and Bushy, heere Bagot and Greene
Rich. Obseru'd his Courtship to the common people:
Rich. How he did seeme to diue into their hearts,