Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lord. G. Lord. G.
Lord. G. 'Tis our hope sir,
Lord. G. After
Lord. G. All's Well, that Ends Well.
Lord. G. After well entred souldiers, to returne
Lord. G. And finde your grace in health.
King. King.
King. No, no, it cannot be; and yet my heart
King. Will not confesse he owes the mallady
King. That doth my life besiege: farwell yong Lords,
King. Whether I liue or die, be you the sonnes
King. Of worthy French men: let higher Italy
King. (Those bated that inherit but the fall
King. Of the last Monarchy) see that you come
King. Not to wooe honour, but to wed it, when
King. The brauest questant shrinkes: finde what you seeke,
King. That fame may cry you loud: I say farewell.
L. G. L. G.
L. G. Health at your bidding serue your Maiesty.