Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lieu. Lieu.
Lieu. Conuey him hence, and on our long boats side,
Lieu. Strike off his head.
Suf. Suf.
Suf. Thou dar'st not for thy owne.
Lieu. Poole, Sir Poole? Lord,
Lieu. I kennell, puddle, sinke, whose filth and dirt
Lieu. Troubles the siluer Spring, where England drinkes:
Lieu. Now will I dam vp this thy yawning mouth,
Lieu. For swallowing the Treasure of the Realme.
Lieu. Thy lips that kist the Queene, shall sweepe the ground:
Lieu. And thou that smil'dst at good Duke Humfries death,
Lieu. Against the senselesse windes shall grin in vaine,
Lieu. Who in contempt shall hisse at thee againe.
Lieu. And wedded be thou to the Hagges of hell,
Lieu. For daring to affye a mighty Lord
Lieu. Vnto the daughter of a worthlesse King,
Lieu. Hauing neyther Subiect, Wealth, nor Diadem:
Lieu. By diuellish policy art thou growne great,