Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Grif. That Christendome shall euer speake his Vertue.
Grif. His Ouerthrow, heap'd Happinesse vpon him:
Grif. For then, and not till then, he felt himselfe,
Grif. And found the Blessednesse of being little.
Grif. And to adde greater Honors to his Age
Grif. Then man could giue him; he dy'de, fearing God.
Kath. Kath.
Kath. After my death, I wish no other Herald,
Kath. No other speaker of my liuing Actions,
Kath. To keepe mine Honor, from Corruption,
Kath. But such an honest Chronicler as Griffith.
Kath. Whom I most hated Liuing, thou hast made mee
Kath. With thy Religious Truth, and Modestie,
Kath. (Now in his Ashes) Honor: Peace be with him.
Kath. Patience, be neere me still, and set me lower,
Kath. I haue not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith,
Kath. Cause the Musitians play me that sad note
Kath. I nam'd my Knell; whil'st I sit meditating
Kath. x
Kath. On