Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. Enter Cornelius and Ladies.
Cym. There's businesse in these faces: why so sadly
Cym. Greet you our Victory? you looke like Romaines,
Cym. And not o'th'Court of Britaine.
Corn. Corn.
Corn. Hayle great King,
Corn. To sowre your happinesse, I must report
Corn. The Queene is dead.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Who worse then a Physitian
Cym. Would this report become? But I consider,
Cym. By Med'cine life may be prolong'd, yet death
Cym. Will seize the Doctor too. How ended she?
Cor. Cor.
Cor. With horror, madly dying, like her life,
Cor. Which (being cruell to the world) concluded
Cor. Most cruell to her selfe. What she confest,
Cor. I will report, so please you. These her Women
Cor. Can trip me, if I erre, who with wet cheekes
Cor. Were present when she finish'd.