| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| Why lookes your Grace so heauily to day. | Why looks your grace so heavily today? | R3 I.iv.1 |
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| What was your dream my Lord, I pray you tel me | What was your dream, my lord? I pray you tell me. | R3 I.iv.8 |
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| Had you such leysure in the time of death | Had you such leisure in the time of death, | R3 I.iv.34 |
| To gaze vpon these secrets of the deepe? | To gaze upon the secrets of the deep? | R3 I.iv.35 |
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| Awak'd you not in this sore Agony? | Awaked you not with this sore agony? | R3 I.iv.42 |
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| No maruell Lord, though it affrighted you, | No marvel, my lord, though it affrighted you; | R3 I.iv.64 |
| I am affraid (me thinkes) to heare you tell it. | I am afraid, methinks, to hear you tell it. | R3 I.iv.65 |
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| I will my Lord, God giue your Grace good rest. | I will, my lord. God give your grace good rest! | R3 I.iv.75 |