Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Grif. their Dancing vanish, carrying the Garland with them.
Grif. The Musicke continues.
Kath. Kath.
Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone?
Kath. And leaue me heere in wretchednesse, behinde ye?
Grif. Grif.
Grif. Madam, we are heere.
Kath. It is not you I call for,
Kath. Saw ye none enter since I slept?
Grif. None Madam.
Kath. No? Saw you not euen now a blessed Troope
Kath. Inuite me to a Banquet, whose bright faces
Kath. Cast thousand beames vpon me, like the Sun?
Kath. They promis'd me eternall Happinesse,
Kath. And brought me Garlands (Griffith) which I feele
Kath. I am not worthy yet to weare: I shall assuredly.