Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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1. Lord. Vnder an oake, whose anticke roote peepes out
1. Lord. Vpon the brooke that brawles along this wood,
1. Lord. To the which place a poore sequestred Stag
1. Lord. That from the Hunters aime had tane a hurt,
1. Lord. Did come to languish; and indeed my Lord
1. Lord. The wretched annimall heau'd forth such groanes
1. Lord. That their discharge did stretch his leatherne coat
1. Lord. Almost to bursting, and the big round teares
1. Lord. Cours'd one another downe his innocent nose
1. Lord. In pitteous chase: and thus the hairie foole,
1. Lord. Much marked of the melancholie Iaques,
1. Lord. Stood on th' extremest verge of the swift brooke,
1. Lord. Augmenting it with teares.
Du. Sen. Du. Sen.
Du. Sen. But what said Iaques?
Du. Sen. Did he not moralize this spectacle?
1. Lord. 1. Lord.
1. Lord. O yes, into a thousand similies.
1. Lord. First, for his weeping into the needlesse streame;
1. Lord. Poore Deere quoth he, thou mak'st a testament