:15:00
...in froms imaginary...
:15:03
...the unguided days and rotten
times that you shall look...
:15:07
...upon when I'm sleeping
with my ancestors.
:15:10
My good lord, you look
beyond him quite.
:15:14
The prince will, in time,
cast off his followers.
:15:18
'Tis seldom when the bee
doth leave her comb.
:15:34
Enter not, he hath a fit.
:15:38
He cannot long hold art
these pangs.
:15:43
The incessant labour
of his mind hath...
:15:47
...worn out the shell that
contains life.
:15:52
The crown. Give me the crown.
:15:55
Set it upon my pillow.
:16:12
Let there be no noise made,
my gentle friends.
:16:15
Unless some dull and favourable
hand will whisper...
:16:18
...music to my weary spirit.
:16:22
Call for the music
in the other room!
:16:31
I fear the people...
:16:33
...for, it hast seen montruos
deliveries from Nature.
:16:38
Seasons hast changed their
weather, as if the year...
:16:41
...would have leaped some
months.
:16:42
The river hardly hath any
water running...
:16:47
...and the old wise man, he who
speak'st of past times...
:16:51
...says the same
happened but once before...
:16:53
...when' the great king
Edward was sick, close to death.