Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. Standing like Stone with thee.
Perd. Perd.
Perd. And giue me leaue,
Perd. And doe not say 'tis Superstition, that
Perd. I kneele, and then implore her Blessing. Lady,
Perd. Deere Queene, that ended when I but began,
Perd. Giue me that hand of yours, to kisse.
Paul. Paul.
Paul. O, patience:
Paul. The Statue is but newly fix’d; the Colour’s
Paul. Not dry.
Cam. Cam.
Cam. My Lord, your Sorrow was too sore lay’d‑on,
Cam. Which sixteene Winters cannot blow away,
Cam. So many Summers dry: scarce any Ioy
Cam. Did euer so long liue; no Sorrow,
Cam. But kill’d it selfe much sooner.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. Deere my Brother,
Pol. Let him, that was the cause of this, haue powre