Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pem. His little kingdome of a forced graue.
Pem. That blood which ow'd the bredth of all this Ile,
Pem. Three foot of it doth hold; bad world the while:
Pem. This must not be thus borne, this will breake out
Pem. To all our sorrowes, and ere long I doubt.
Pem. Exeunt
Io. Io.
Io. They burn in indignation: I repent:
Io. Enter Mes.
Io. There is no sure foundation set on blood:
Io. No certaine life atchieu'd by others death:
Io. A fearefull eye thou hast. Where is that blood,
Io. That I haue seene inhabite in those cheekes?
Io. So foule a skie, cleeres not without a storme,
Io. Poure downe thy weather: how goes all in France?
Mes. Mes.
Mes. From France to England, neuer such a powre
Mes. For any forraigne preparation,
Mes. Was leuied in the body of a land.
Mes. The Copie of your speede is learn'd by them: