Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. Qu.
Qu. It may be so: but yet my inward soule
Qu. Perswades me it is otherwise: how ere it be,
Qu. I cannot but be sad: so heauy sad,
Qu. As though on thinking on no thought I thinke,
Qu. Makes me with heauy nothing faint and shrinke.
Bush. Bush.
Bush. 'Tis nothing but conceit (my gracious Lady.)
Bush. Queene.
Bush. The life and death of Richard the second.
Qu. 'Tis nothing lesse: conceit is still deriu'd
Qu. From some fore‑father greefe, mine is not so,
Qu. For nothing hath begot my something greefe,
Qu. Or something, hath the nothing that I greeue,
Qu. 'Tis in reuersion that I do possesse,
Qu. But what it is, that is not yet knowne, what
Qu. I cannot name, 'tis namelesse woe I wot.
Qu. Enter Greene.
Gree. Gree.