Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Con. There was not such a gracious creature borne:
Con. But now will Canker‑sorrow eat my bud,
Con. And chase the natiue beauty from his cheeke,
Con. And he will looke as hollow as a Ghost,
Con. As dim and meager as an Agues fitte,
Con. And so hee'll dye: and rising so againe,
Con. When I shall meet him in the Court of heauen
Con. I shall not know him: therefore neuer, neuer
Con. Must I behold my pretty Arthur more.
Pand. Pand.
Pand. You hold too heynous a respect of greefe.
Const. Const.
Const. He talkes to me, that neuer had a sonne.
Fra. Fra.
Fra. You are as fond of greefe, as of your childe.
Con. Con.
Con. Greefe fils the roome vp of my absent childe:
Con. Lies in his bed, walkes vp and downe with me,
Con. Puts on his pretty lookes, repeats his words,
Con. RemembetsRemembers me of all his gracious parts,