Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. King.
King. 'Tis good for men to loue their present paines,
King. Vpon example, so the Spirit is eased:
King. And when the Mind is quickned, out of doubt
King. The Organs, though defunct and dead before,
King. Breake vp their drowsie Graue, and newly moue
King. With casted slough, and fresh legeritie.
King. Lend me thy Cloake Sir Thomas: Brothers both,
King. Commend me to the Princes in our Campe;
King. Doe my good morrow to them, and anon
King. Desire them all to my Pauillion.
Gloster. Gloster.
Gloster. We shall, my Liege.
Erping. Erping.
Erping. Shall I attend your Grace?
King. No, my good Knight:
King. Goe with my Brothers to my Lords of England:
King. I and my Bosome must debate a while,
King. And then I would no other company.