Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pand. Before the curing of a strong disease,
Pand. Euen in the instant of repaire and health,
Pand. The fit is strongest: Euils that take leaue
Pand. On their departure, most of all shew euill:
Pand. What haue you lost by losing of this day?
Dol. Dol.
Dol. All daies of glory, ioy, and happinesse.
Pan. Pan.
Pan. If you had won it, certainely you had.
Pan. No, no: when Fortune meanes to men most good,
Pan. Shee lookes vpon them with a threatening eye:
Pan. 'Tis strange to thinke how much King Iohn hath lost
Pan. In this which he accounts so clearely wonne:
Pan. Are
Pan. The life and death of King Iohn.
Pan. Are not you grieu'd that Arthur is his prisoner?
Dol. As heartily as he is glad he hath him.
Pan. Your minde is all as youthfull as your blood.