O, how it multiplies my bloud with spirit,105
And makes me apt t'encounter death and hell.
But come, kinde father; you fetch me to heaven,
And to that end your holy weed was given. Exeunt.
LINENOTES:
[with tapers.] A omits.
[Thunder.] A omits.
[8] Nods. A, Crackes.
[Enter . . . Frier.] Placed after heaven in Qq.