Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Mar.
Mar. Euen so: My tale is told.
Ber. Ber.
Ber. Worthies away, the Scene begins to cloud.
Brag. Brag.
Brag. For mine owne part, I breath free breath: I
Brag. haue seene the day of wrong, through the little hole of
Brag. discretion, and I will right my selfe like a Souldier.
Brag. Exeunt Worthies
Kin. Kin.
Kin. How fare's your Maiestie?
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Boyet prepare, I will away to night.
Kin. Madame not so, I do beseech you stay.
Qu. Prepare I say. I thanke you gracious Lords
Qu. For all your faire endeuours and entreats:
Qu. Out of a new sad‑soule, that you vouchsafe,
Qu. In your rich wisedome to excuse, or hide,