Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Post. O Lady, weepe no more, least I giue cause
Post. To be suspected of more tendernesse
Post. Then doth become a man. I will remaine
Post. The loyall'st husband, that did ere plight troth.
Post. My residence in Rome, at one Filorio's,
Post. Who, to my Father was a Friend, to me
Post. Knowne but by Letter; thither write (my Queene)
Post. And with mine eyes, Ile drinke the words you send,
Post. Though Inke be made of Gall.
Post. Enter Queene.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Be briefe, I pray you:
Qu. If the King come, I shall incurre, I know not
Qu. How much of his displeasure: yet Ile moue him
Qu. To walke this way: I neuer do him wrong,
Qu. But he do's buy my Iniuries, to be Friends:
Qu. Payes deere for my offences.
Post. Post.
Post. Should we be taking leaue
Post. As long a terme as yet we haue to liue,