Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mes. Oppos'd against the act: bending his Sword
Mes. To his great Master, who, threat‐enrage'd
Mes. Flew on him, and among'st them fell'd him dead,
Mes. But not without that harmefull stroke, which since
Mes. Hath pluckt him after.
Alb. Alb.
Alb. This shewes you are aboue
Alb. You Iustices, that these our neather crimes
Alb. So speedily can venge. But (O poore Glouster)
Alb. Lost he his other eye?
Mes. Mes.
Mes. Both, both, my Lord.
Mes. This Leter Madam, craues a speedy answer:
Mes. 'Tis from your Sister.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. One way I like this well.
Gon. But being widdow, and my Glouster with her,
Gon. May all the building in my fancie plucke
Gon. Vpon my hatefull life. Another way
Gon. The Newes is not so tart. Ile read, and answer.