Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glou. Because I would not see thy cruell Nailes
Glou. Plucke out his poore old eyes: nor thy fierce Sister,
Glou. In his Annointed flesh, sticke boarish phangs.
Glou. The Sea, with such a storme as his bare head,
Glou. In Hell‐blacke‐night indur'd, would haue buoy'd vp
Glou. And quench'd the Stelled fires:
Glou. Yet poore old heart, he holpe the Heauens to raine.
Glou. If Wolues had at thy Gate howl'd that sterne time,
Glou. Thou should'st haue said, good Porter turne the Key:
Glou. All Cruels else subscribe: but I shall see
Glou. The winged Vengeance ouertake such Children.
Corn. Corn.
Corn. See't shalt thou neuer. Fellowes hold y Chaire,
Corn. Vpon these eyes of thine, Ile set my foote.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. He that will thinke to liue, till he be old,
Glou. Giue me some helpe. ——— O cruell! O you Gods.
Reg. Reg.
Reg. One side will mocke another: Th' other too.