Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iohn. But I will fit it with some better tune.
Iohn. By heauen Hubert, I am almost asham'd
Iohn. To say what good respect I haue of thee.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. I am much bounden to your Maiesty.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet,
Iohn. But thou shalt haue: and creepe time nere so slow,
Iohn. Yet it shall come, for me to doe thee good.
Iohn. I had a thing to say, but let it goe:
Iohn. The Sunne is in the heauen, and the proud day,
Iohn. Attended with the pleasures of the world,
Iohn. Is all too wanton, and too full of gawdes
Iohn. To giue me audience: If the mid‑night bell
Iohn. Did with his yron tongue, and brazen mouth
Iohn. Sound on into the drowzie race of night:
Iohn. If this same were a Church‑yard where we stand,
Iohn. And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs:
Iohn. Or if that surly spirit melancholy
Iohn. Had bak'd thy bloud, and made it heauy, thicke,