Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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La. Blesse him at home in peace. Whilst I from farre,
La. His name with zealous feruour sanctifie:
La. His taken labours bid him me forgiue:
La. I his despightfull Iuno sent him forth,
La. From Courtly friends, with Camping foes to liue,
La. Where death and danger dogges the heeles of worth.
La. He is too good and faire for death, and mee,
La. Whom I my selfe embrace, to set him free.
La. Ah what sharpe stings are in her mildest words?
La. Rynaldo, you did neuer lacke aduice so much,
La. As letting her passe so: had I spoke with her,
La. I could haue well diuerted her intents,
La. Which thus she hath preuented.
Ste. Ste.
Ste. Pardon me Madam,
Ste. If I had giuen you this at ouer‑night,
Ste. She might haue beene ore‑tane: and yet she writes
Ste. Pursuite would be but vaine.
La. La.
La. What Angell shall