Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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An. His Highnesse, hauing liued so long with her, and she
An. So good a Lady, that no Tongue should euer
An. Pronounce dishonour of her; by my life,
An. She neuer knew harme‑doing: Oh, now after
An. So many courses of the Sun enthroaned,
An. Still growing in a Maiesty and pompe, the which
An. To leaue, a thousand fold more bitter, then
An. 'Tis sweet at first t'acquire. After this Processe.
An. To giue her the auaunt, it is a pitty
An. Would moue a Monster.
Old La. Old La.
Old La. Hearts of most hard temper
Old La. Melt and lament for her.
An. An.
An. Oh Gods will, much better
An. She ne're had knowne pompe; though't be temporall,
An. Yet if that quarrell. Fortune, do diuorce
An. It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance, panging
An. As soule and bodies seuering.
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