Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ber. Of his almighty dreadfull little might.
Ber. Well, I will loue, write, sigh, pray, shue, grone,
Ber. Some men must loue my Lady, and some Ione.
Ber. Actus Quartus.
Ber. [Act 4, Scene 1]
Ber. Enter the Princsse, a Forrester, her Ladies, and
Ber. her Lords.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Was that the King that spurd his horse so hard,
Qu. Against he steepe vprising of the hill?
Boy. Boy.
Boy. I know not, but I thinke it was not he.
Qu. Who ere a was, a shew'd a mounting minde:
Qu. Well Lords, to day we shall haue our dispatch,
Qu. On Saterday we will returne to France.
Qu. Then Forrester my friend, Where is the ush
Qu. That we must stand and play the murtherer in?
For. For.
For. Hereby vpon the edge of yonder Coppice,