Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dol. Dol.
Dol. And loose it, life and all, as Arthur did.
Pan. Pan.
Pan. How green you are, and fresh in this old world?
Pan. Iohn layes you plots: the times conspire with you,
Pan. For he that steepes his safetie in true blood,
Pan. Shall finde but bloodie safety, and vntrue.
Pan. This Act so euilly borne shall coole the hearts
Pan. Of all his people, and freeze vp their zeale,
Pan. That none so small aduantage shall step forth
Pan. To checke his reigne, but they will cherish it.
Pan. No naturall exhalation in the skie,
Pan. No scope of Nature, no distemper'd day,
Pan. No common winde, no customed euent,
Pan. But they will plucke away his naturall cause,
Pan. And call them Meteors, prodigies, and signes,
Pan. Abbortiues, presages, and tongues of heauen,
Pan. Plainly denouncing vengeance vpon Iohn.
Dol. May be he will not touch yong Arthurs life,