Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kin. into whose hand, I giue thy Life.
Cran. Cran.
Cran. Amen.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. My Noble Gossips, y'haue beene too Prodigall;
Kin. I thanke ye heartily: So shall this Lady,
Kin. When she ha's so much English.
Cran. Let me speake Sir,
Cran. For Heauen now bids me; and the words I vtter,
Cran. Let none thinke Flattery; for they'l finde 'em Truth.
Cran. This Royall Infant, Heauen still moue about her;
Cran. Though in her Cradle; yet now promises
Cran. Vpon this Land a thousand thousand Blessings,
Cran. Which Time shall bring to ripenesse: She shall be,
Cran. (But few now liuing can behold that goodnesse)
Cran. A Patterne to all Princes liuing with her,
Cran. And all that shall succeed: Saba was neuer
Cran. More couetous of Wisedome, and faire Vertue
Cran. Then this pure Soule shall be. All Princely Graces