Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Thy Wife Paulina more: and so, with shriekes
Ant. She melted into Ayre. Affrighted much,
Ant. I did in time collect my selfe, and thought
Ant. This was so, and no slumber: Dreames, are toyes,
Ant. Yet for this once, yea superstitiously,
Ant. I will be squar’d by this. I do beleeue
Ant. Hermione hath suffer’d death, and that
Ant. Apollo would (this being indeede the issue
Ant. Of King Polixenes) it should heere be laide
Ant. (Either for life, or death) vpon the earth
Ant. Of it’s right Father. Blossome, speed thee well,
Ant. There lye, and there thy charracter: there these,
Ant. Which may if Fortune please, both breed thee (pretty)
Ant. And still rest thine. The storme beginnes, poore wretch,
Ant. That for thy mothers fault, art thus expos’d
Ant. To losse, and what may follow. Weepe I cannot,
Ant. But my heart bleedes: and most accurst am I
Ant. To be by oath enioyn’d to this. Farewell,
Ant. The day frownes more and more: thou’rt like to haue
Ant. A lullabie too rough: I neuer saw