Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Con. Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.
Pand. Pand.
Pand. You hold too heynous a respect of greefe.
Const. Const.
Const. He talkes to me, that neuer had a sonne.
Fra. Fra.
Fra. You are as fond of greefe, as of your childe.
Con. Con.
Con. Greefe fils the roome vp of my absent childe:
Con. Lies in his bed, walkes vp and downe with me,
Con. Puts on his pretty lookes, repeats his words,
Con. RemembetsRemembers me of all his gracious parts,
Con. Stuffes out his vacant garments with his forme;
Con. Then, haue I reason to be fond of griefe?
Con. Fareyouwell: had you such a losse as I,
Con. I could giue better comfort then you doe.
Con. I will not keepe this forme vpon my head,
Con. When there is such disorder in my witte:
Con. O Lord, my boy, my Arthur, my faire sonne,
Con. My life, my ioy, my food, my all the world: