Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Con. Yes that I will: and wherefore will I do it?
Con. I tore them from their bonds, and cride aloud,
Con. O, that these hands could so redeeme my sonne,
Con. As they haue giuen these hayres their libertie:
Con. But now I enuie at their libertie,
Con. And will againe commit them to their bonds,
Con. Because my poore childe is a prisoner.
Con. And Father Cardinall, I haue heard you say
Con. That we shall see and know our friends in heauen:
Con. If that be true, I shall see my boy againe;
Con. For since the birth of Caine, the first male‑childe
Con. To him that did but yesterday suspire,
Con. There was not such a gracious creature borne:
Con. But now will Canker‑sorrow eat my bud,
Con. And chase the natiue beauty from his cheeke,
Con. And he will looke as hollow as a Ghost,
Con. As dim and meager as an Agues fitte,
Con. And so hee'll dye: and rising so againe,
Con. When I shall meet him in the Court of heauen
Con. I shall not know him: therefore neuer, neuer