Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hub. Hub.
Hub. Indeed I haue beene merrier.
Art. Art.
Art. 'Mercie on me:
Art. Me thinkes no body should be sad but I:
Art. Yet I remember, when I was in France,
Art. Yong Gentlemen would be as sad as night
Art. Onely for wantonnesse: by my Christendome,
Art. So I were out of prison, and kept Sheepe
Art. I should be as merry as the day is long:
Art. And so I would be heere, but that I doubt
Art. My Vnckle practises more harme to me:
Art. He is affraid of me, and I of him:
Art. Is it my fault, that I was Geffreyes sonne?
Art. No in deede is't not: and I would to heauen
Art. I were your sonne, so you would loue me, Hubert:
Hub. If I talke to him, with his innocent prate
Hub. He will awake my mercie, which lies dead:
Hub. Therefore I will be sodaine, and dispatch.