Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hub. Let hell want paines enough to torture me:
Hub. I left him well.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Go, beare him in thine armes:
Bast. I am amaz'd me thinkes, and loose my way
Bast. Among the thornes, and dangers of this world.
Bast. b3
Bast. How
Bast. The life and death of King Iohn.
Bast. How easie dost thou take all England vp,
Bast. From forth this morcell of dead Royaltie?
Bast. The life, the right, and truth of all this Realme
Bast. Is fled to heauen: and England now is left
Bast. To tug and scamble, and to part by th'teeth
Bast. The vn‑owed interest of proud swelling State:
Bast. Now for the bare‑pickt bone of Maiesty,
Bast. Doth dogged warre bristle his angry crest,
Bast. And snarleth in the gentle eyes of peace:
Bast. Now Powers from home, and discontents at home
Bast. Meet in one line: and vast confusion waites