Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hub. Not painted with the Crimson spots of blood,
Hub. Within this bosome, neuer entred yet
Hub. The dreadfull motion of a murderous thought,
Hub. And you haue slander'd Nature in my forme,
Hub. Which howsoeuer rude exteriorly,
Hub. Is yet the couer of a fayrer minde,
Hub. Then to be butcher of an innocent childe.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Doth Arthur liue? O hast thee to the Peeres,
Iohn. Throw this report on their incensed rage,
Iohn. And make them tame to their obedience.
Iohn. Forgiue the Comment that my passion made
Iohn. Vpon thy feature, for my rage was blinde,
Iohn. And foule immaginarie eyes of blood
Iohn. Presented thee more hideous then thou art.
Iohn. Oh, answer not; but to my Closset bring
Iohn. The angry Lords, with all expedient hast,
Iohn. I coniure thee but slowly: run more fast.
Iohn. Exeunt.
Iohn. Scœna Tertia.