Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Thou art more deepe damn'd then Prince Lucifer:
Bast. There is not yet so vgly a fiend of hell
Bast. As thou shalt be, if thou didst kill this childe.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. Vpon my soule.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. If thou didst but consent
Bast. To this most cruell Act: do but dispaire,
Bast. And if thou want'st a Cord, the smallest thred
Bast. That euer Spider twisted from her wombe
Bast. Will serue to strangle thee: A rush will be a beame
Bast. To hang thee on. Or wouldst thou drowne thy selfe,
Bast. Put but a little water in a spoone,
Bast. And it shall be as all the Ocean,
Bast. Enough to stifle such a villaine vp.
Bast. I do suspect thee very greeuously.
Hub. If I in act, consent, or sinne of thought,
Hub. Be guiltie of the stealing that sweete breath
Hub. Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,