Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. The proudest of them shall wel heare of it.
Leo. Time hath not yet so dried this bloud of mine,
Leo. Nor age so eate vp my inuention,
Leo. Nor Fortune made such hauocke of my meanes,
Leo. Nor my bad life reft me so much of friends,
Leo. But they shall finde, awak'd in such a kinde,
Leo. Both strength of limbe, and policie of minde,
Leo. Ability in meanes, and choise of friends,
Leo. To quit me of them thoroughly.
Fri. Fri.
Fri. Pause awhile:
Fri. And let my counsell sway you in this case,
Fri. Your daughter heere the Princesse (left for dead)
Fri. Let her awhile be secretly kept in,
Fri. And publish it, that she is dead indeed:
Fri. Maintaine a mourning ostentation,
Fri. And on your Families old monument,
Fri. Hang mournfull Epitaphes, and do all rites,
Fri. That appertaine vnto a buriall.
Leon. Leon.