Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sal. You breath these dead newes in as dead an eare
Sal. My Liege, my Lord: but now a King, now thus.
Hen. Hen.
Hen. Euen so must I run on, and euen so stop.
Hen. What surety of the world, what hope, what stay,
Hen. When this was now a King, and now is clay?
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Art thou gone so? I do but stay behinde,
Bast. To do the office for thee, of reuenge,
Bast. And then my soule shall waite on thee to heauen,
Bast. As it on earth hath bene thy seruant still.
Bast. Now, now you Starres, that moue in your right spheres,
Bast. Where be your powres? Shew now your mended faiths,
Bast. And instantly returne with me againe.
Bast. To push destruction, and perpetuall shame
Bast. Out of the weake doore of our fainting Land:
Bast. Straight let vs seeke, or straight we shall be sought,
Bast. The Dolphine rages at our verie heeles.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. It seems you know not then so much as we,