Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Beau. Ile giue a thousand pound to looke vpon him.
Beau. He hath no eyes, the dust hath blinded them.
Beau. Combe
Beau. The second Part of Henry the Sixt.
Beau. Combe downe his haire; looke, looke, it stands vpright,
Beau. Like Lime‑twigs set to catch my winged soule:
Beau. Giue me some drinke, and bid the Apothecarie
Beau. Bring the strong poyson that I bought of him.
King. King.
King. Oh thou eternall mouer of the heauens,
King. Looke with a gentle eye vpon this Wretch,
King. Oh beate away the busie medling Fiend,
King. That layes strong siege vnto this wretches soule,
King. And from his bosome purge this blacke dispaire.
War. War.
War. See how the pangs of death do make him grin.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. Disturbe him not, let him passe peaceably.
King. Peace to his soule, if Gods good pleasure be.