Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Scroope. Sweet Loue (I see) changing his propertie,
Scroope. Turnes to the sowrest, and most deadly hate:
Scroope. Againe vncurse their Soules; their peace is made
Scroope. With Heads, and not with Hands: those whom you curse
Scroope. Haue felt the worst of Deaths destroying hand,
Scroope. And lye full low, grau'd in the hollow ground.
Aum. Aum.
Aum. Is Bushie, Greene, and the Earle of Wiltshire
Aum. dead?
Scroope. Scroope.
Scroope. Yea, all of them at Bristow lost their heads.
Aum. Where is the Duke my Father with his Power?
Rich. Rich.
Rich. No matter where; of comfort no man speake:
Rich. Let's talke of Graues, of Wormes, and Epitaphs,
Rich. Make Dust our Paper, and with Raynie eyes
Rich. Write Sorrow on the Bosome of the Earth.
Rich. Let's chuse Executors, and talke of Wills:
Rich. And yet not so; for what can we bequeath,