Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iohn. Let it be so: I do commit his youth
Iohn. To your direction: Hubert, what newes with you?
Pem. Pem.
Pem. This is the man should do the bloody deed:
Pem. He shew'd his warrant to a friend of mine,
Pem. The image of a wicked heynous fault
Pem. Liues in his eye: that close aspect of his,
Pem. Do shew the mood of a much troubled brest,
Pem. And I do fearefully beleeue 'tis done,
Pem. What we so fear'd he had a charge to do.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. The colour of the King doth come, and go
Sal. Betweene his purpose and his conscience,
Sal. Like Heralds 'twixt two dreadfull battailes set:
Sal. His passion is so ripe, it needs must breake.
Pem. And when it breakes, I feare will issue thence
Pem. The foule corruption of a sweet childes death.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. We cannot hold mortalities strong hand.