Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Paul. That could conceiue a grosse and foolish Sire
Paul. Blemish’d his gracious Dam: this is not, no,
Paul. Layd to thy answere: but the last: O Lords,
Paul. When I haue said, cry woe: the Queene, the Queene,
Paul. The
Paul. The Winters Tale.
Paul. The sweet’st, deer’st creature’s dead: & vengeance for’t
Paul. Not drop’d downe yet.
Lord. Lord.
Lord. The higher powres forbid.
Pau. Pau.
Pau. I say she’s dead: Ile swear’t. If word, nor oath
Pau. Preuaile not, go and see: if you can bring
Pau. Tincture, or lustre in her lip, her eye
Pau. Heate outwardly, or breath within, Ile serue you
Pau. As I would do the Gods. But, O thou Tyrant,
Pau. Do not repent these things, for they are heauier
Pau. Then all thy woes can stirre: therefore betake thee
Pau. To nothing but dispaire. A thousand knees,
Pau. Ten thousand yeares together, naked, fasting,