Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pro. Sir, I inuite your Highnesse, and your traine
Pro. To my poore Cell: where you shall take your rest
Pro. For this one night, which part of it, Ile waste
Pro. With such discourse, as I not doubt, shall make it
Pro. Goe quicke away: The story of my life,
Pro. And the particular accidents, gon by
Pro. Since I came to this Isle: And in the morne
Pro. I'le bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Pro. Where I haue hope to see the nuptiall
Pro. Of these our deere‑belou'd, solemnized,
Pro. And thence retire me to my Millaine, where
Pro. Euery third thought shall be my graue.
Alo. Alo.
Alo. I long
Alo. To heare the story of your life; which must
Alo. Take the eare strangely.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. I'le deliuer all,
Pro. And promise you calme Seas, auspicious gales,
Pro. And saile, so expeditious, that shall catch