Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cran. She must, the Saints must haue her; yet a Virgin,
Cran. A most vnspotted Lilly shall she passe
Cran. To th'ground, and all the World shall mourne her.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. O Lord Archbishop
Kin. Thou hast made me now a man, neuer before
Kin. This happy Child, did I get any thing.
Kin. This Oracle of comfort, ha's so pleas'd me,
Kin. That when I am in Heauen, I shall desire
Kin. To see what this Child does, and praise my Maker.
Kin. I thanke ye all. To you my good Lord Maior,
Kin. And you good Brethren, I am much beholding:
Kin. I haue receiu'd much Honour by your presence,
Kin. And ye shall find me thankfull. Lead the way Lords,
Kin. Ye must all see the Queene, and she must thanke ye,
Kin. She will be sicke els. This day, no man thinke
Kin. 'Has businesse at his house; for all shall stay:
Kin. This Little‑One shall make it Holy‑day.
Kin. Exeunt.
Kin. THE EPILOGVE.