Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Elianor. But be thou milde and blush not at my shame,
Elianor. Nor stirre at nothing, till the Axe of Death
Elianor. Hang ouer thee, as sure it shortly will.
Elianor. For Suffolke, he that can doe all in all
Elianor. With her, that hateth thee and hates vs all,
Elianor. And Yorke, and impious Beauford, that false Priest,
Elianor. Haue all lym'd Bushes to betray thy Wings,
Elianor. And flye thou how thou canst, they'le tangle thee.
Elianor. But feare not thou, vntill thy foot be snar'd,
Elianor. Nor neuer seeke preuention of thy foes.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. Ah Nell, forbeare: thou aymest all awry.
Glost. I must offend, before I be attainted:
Glost. And had I twentie times so many foes,
Glost. And each of them had twentie times their power,
Glost. All these could not procure me any scathe,
Glost. So long as I am loyall, true, and crimelesse.
Glost. Would'st haue me rescue thee from this reproach?
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Glost. Why