Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Paul. To haue him kill a King: poore Trespasses,
Paul. More monstrous standing by: whereof I reckon
Paul. The casting forth to Crowes, thy Baby‑daughter,
Paul. To be or none, or little; though a Deuill
Paul. Would haue shed water out of fire, ere don’t;
Paul. Nor is’t directly layd to thee, the death
Paul. Of the young Prince, whose honorable thoughts
Paul. (Thoughts high for one so tender) cleft the heart
Paul. That could conceiue a grosse and foolish Sire
Paul. Blemish’d his gracious Dam: this is not, no,
Paul. Layd to thy answere: but the last: O Lords,
Paul. When I haue said, cry woe: the Queene, the Queene,
Paul. The
Paul. The Winters Tale.
Paul. The sweet’st, deer’st creature’s dead: & vengeance for’t
Paul. Not drop’d downe yet.
Lord. Lord.
Lord. The higher powres forbid.
Pau. Pau.
Pau. I say she’s dead: Ile swear’t. If word, nor oath