Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pro. With them vpon her knees, her humble selfe,
Pro. Wringing her hands, whose whitenes so became them,
Pro. As if but now they waxed pale for woe:
Pro. But neither bended knees, pure hands held vp,
Pro. Sad sighes, deepe grones, nor siluer‑shedding teares
Pro. Could penetrate her vncompassionate Sire;
Pro. But Valentine, if he be tane, must die.
Pro. Besides, her intercession chaf'd him so,
Pro. When she for thy repeale was suppliant,
Pro. That to close prison he commanded her,
Pro. With many bitter threats of biding there.
Val. Val.
Val. No more: vnles the next word that thou speak'st
Val. Haue some malignant power vpon my life:
Val. If so: I pray thee breath it in mine eare,
Val. As ending Antheme of my endlesse dolor.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Cease to lament for that thou canst not helpe,
Pro. And study helpe for that which thou lament'st,
Pro. Time is the Nurse, and breeder of all good;