Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Old L. Alas poore Lady,
Old L. Shee's a stranger now againe.
An. An.
An. So much the more
An. Must pitty drop vpon her; verily
An. I sweare, tis better to be lowly borne,
An. And
An. The Life of King Henry the Eight.
An. And range with humble liuers in Content,
An. Then to be perk'd up in a glistring griefe,
An. And weare a golden sorrow.
Old L. Old L.
Old L. Our content
Old L. Is our best hauing.
Anne. Anne.
Anne. By my troth, and Maidenhead,
Anne. I would not be a Queene.
Old. L. Old. L.
Old. L. Beshrew me, I would,
Old. L. And venture Maidenhead for't, and so would you