Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duk. Sen. And this our life exempt from publike haunt,
Duk. Sen. Findes tongues in trees, bookes in the running brookes,
Duk. Sen. Sermons in stones, and good in euery thing.
Amien. Amien.
Amien. I would not change it, happy is your Grace
Amien. That can translate the stubbornnesse of fortune
Amien. Into so quiet and so sweet a stile.
Du. Sen. Du. Sen.
Du. Sen. Come, shall we goe and kill vs venison?
Du. Sen. And yet it irkes me the poore dapled fooles
Du. Sen. Being natiue Burgers of this desert City,
Du. Sen. Should intheir owne confines with forked heads
Du. Sen. Haue their round hanches goard.
1. Lord. 1. Lord.
1. Lord. Indeed my Lord
1. Lord. The melancholy Iaques grieues at that,
1. Lord. And in that kinde sweares you doe more vsurpe
1. Lord. Then doth your brother that hath banish'd you:
1. Lord. To day my Lord of Amiens, and my selfe,
1. Lord. Did steale behinde him as he lay along