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Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].

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SCENE VIII.

Per.
Even here undone:
&wlquo;⁶ ^noteI was not much afraid; for once or twice
&wlquo;I was about to speak, and tell him plainly,
&wlquo;The self-same sun, that shines upon his court,
&wlquo;Hides not his visage from our cottage, but
&wlquo;Looks on alike.—Wilt please you, Sir, be gone?&wrquo; [To Florizel.
I told you, what would come of this. 'Beseech you,
Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,

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&wlquo;Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther,
&wlquo;But milk my ewes, and weep.&wrquo;

Cam.
Why, how now, father?
Speak, ere thou diest.

Shep.
I cannot speak, nor think,
Nor dare to know That which I know. O Sir, [To Florizel.
&wlquo;⁷ ^noteYou have undone a man of fourscore three,
&wlquo;That thought to fill his grave in quiet; yea,
&wlquo;To die upon the bed my father dy'd,
&wlquo;To lye close by his honest bones; but now
&wlquo;Some hangman must put on my shrowd, and lay me
&wlquo;Where no priest shovels in dust.&wrquo; O cursed wretch! [To Perdita.
That knew'st, This was the Prince; and would'st adventure
To mingle faith with him. Undone, undone!
If I might die within this hour, I have liv'd
To die when I desire. [Exit.
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