Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sal. For villanie is not without such rheume,
Sal. And he, long traded in it, makes it seeme
Sal. Like Riuers of remorse and innocencie.
Sal. Away with me, all you whose soules abhorre
Sal. Th'vncleanly sauours of a Slaughter‑house,
Sal. For I am stifled with this smell of sinne.
Big. Big.
Big. Away, toward Burie, to the Dolphin there.
P. P.
P. There tel the king, he may inquire vs out.
P. Ex. Lords.
Ba. Ba.
Ba. Here's a good world: knew you of this faire work?
Ba. Beyond the infinite and boundlesse reach of mercie,
Ba. (If thou didst this deed of death) art yu damn'd Hubert.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. Do but heare me sir.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Ha? Ile tell thee what.
Bast. Thou'rt damn'd as blacke, nay nothing is so blacke,