Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. Qu.
Qu. My Lord,
Qu. I dare not make my selfe so guiltie,
Qu. To giue vp willingly that Noble Title
Qu. Your Master wed me to: nothing but death
Qu. Shall e're diuorce my Dignities.
Car. Car.
Car. Pray heare me.
Qu. Would I had neuer trod this English Earth,
Qu. Or felt the Flatteries that grow vpon it:
Qu. Ye haue Angels Faces; but Heauen knowes your hearts.
Qu. What will become of me now, wretched Lady?
Qu. I am the most vnhappy Woman liuing.
Qu. Alas (poore Wenches) where are now your Fortunes?
Qu. Shipwrack'd vpon a Kingdome, where no Pitty,
Qu. No Friends, no Hope, no Kindred weepe for me?
Qu. Almost no Graue allow'd me? Like the Lilly
Qu. That once was Mistris of the Field, and flourish'd,
Qu. Ile hang my head, and perish.