Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ar. His Brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,
Ar. And the remainder mourning ouer them,
Ar. Brim full of sorrow, and dismay: but chiefly
Ar. Him that you term'd Sir, the good old Lord Gonzallo,
Ar. His teares runs downe his beard like winters drops
Ar. From eaues of reeds: your charm so strongly works 'em
Ar. That if you now beheld them, your affections
Ar. Would become tender.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Dost thou thinke so, Spirit?
Ar. Ar.
Ar. Mine would, Sir, were I humane.
Pro. And mine shall.
Pro. Hast thou (which art but aire) a touch, a feeling
Pro. Of their afflictions, and shall not my selfe,
Pro. One of their kinde, that rellish all as sharpely,
Pro. Passion as they, be kindlier mou'd then thou art?
Pro. Thogh with their high wrongs I am strook to th'quick,
Pro. Yet, with my nobler reason, gainst my furie