Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. You were pretty Lordings then?
Pol. Pol.
Pol. We were (faire Queene)
Pol. Two Lads, that thought there was no more behind,
Pol. But such a day to morrow, as to day,
Pol. And to be Boy eternall.
Her. Her.
Her. Was not my Lord
Her. The veryer Wag o’th’two?
Pol. We were as twyn’d Lambs, that did frisk i’th’Sun,
Pol. And bleat the one at th’other: what we chang’d,
Pol. Was Innocence, for Innocence: we knew not
Pol. The Doctrine of ill‑doing, nor dream’d
Pol. That any did: Had we pursu’d that life,
Pol. And our weake Spirits ne’re been higher rear’d
Pol. With stronger blood, we should haue answer’d Heauen
Pol. Boldly, not guilty; the Imposition clear’d,
Pol. Hereditarie ours.