Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Con. My reasonable part produces reason
Con. How I may be deliuer'd of these woes,
Con. And teaches mee to kill or hang my selfe:
Con. If I were mad, I should forget my sonne,
Con. Or madly thinke a babe of clowts were he;
Con. I am not mad: too well, too well I feele
Con. The different plague of each calamitie.
Fra. Fra.
Fra. Binde vp those tresses: O what loue I note
Fra. In the faire multitude of those her haires;
Fra. Where but by chance a siluer drop hath falne,
Fra. Euen to that drop ten thousand wiery fiends
Fra. Doe glew themselues in sociable griefe,
Fra. Like true, inseparable, faithfull loues,
Fra. Sticking together in calamitie.
Con. Con.
Con. To England, if you will.
Fra. Binde vp your haires.