Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duke. Not a friend, not a friend greet
Duke. My poore corpes, where my bones shall be throwne:
Duke. A thousand thousand sighes to saue, lay me ô where
Duke. Sad true louer neuer find my graue, to weepe there.
Du. Du.
Du. There's for thy paines.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. No paines sir, I take pleasure in singing sir.
Du. Ile pay thy pleasure then.
Clo. Truely sir, and pleasure will be paide one time, or
Clo. another.
Du. Giue me now leaue, to leaue thee.
Clo. Now the melancholly God protect thee, and the
Clo. Tailor make thy doublet of changeable Taffata, for thy
Clo. minde is a very Opall. I would haue men of such constan
Clo. cie put to Sea, that their businesse might be euery thing,