Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Art. Being create for comfort, to be vs'd
Art. In vndeserued extreames: See else your selfe,
Art. There is no malice in this burning cole,
Art. The breath of heauen, hath blowne his spirit out,
Art. And strew'd repentant ashes on his head.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. But with my breath I can reuiue it Boy.
Art. Art.
Art. And if you do, you will but make it blush,
Art. And glow with shame of your proceedings, Hubert:
Art. Nay, it perchance will sparkle in your eyes:
Art. And, like a dogge that is compell'd to fight,
Art. Snatch at his Master that doth tarre him on.
Art. All things that you should vse to do me wrong
Art. Deny their office: onely you do lacke
Art. That mercie, which fierce fire, and Iron extends,
Art. Creatures of note for mercy, lacking vses.
Hub. Well, see to liue: I will not touch thine eye,
Hub. For all the Treasure that thine Vnckle owes,