Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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1 I so we will.
Cla. Cla.
Cla. Tell him, when that our Princely Father Yorke,
Cla. Blest his three Sonnes with his victorious Arme,
Cla. He little thought of this diuided Friendship:
Cla. Bid Glouster thinke on this, and he will weepe.
1 I Milstones, as he lessoned vs to weepe.
Cla. O do not slander him, for he is kinde.
1 Right, as Snow in Haruest:
1 Come, you deceiue your selfe,
1 'Tis he that sends vs to destroy you heere.
Cla. It cannot be, for he bewept my Fortune,
Cla. And hugg'd me in his armes, and swore with sobs,
Cla. That he would labour my deliuery.