Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yor. The reason that my haste forbids me show.
Aum. Aum.
Aum. Remember as thou read'st, thy promise past:
Aum. I do repent me, reade not my name there,
Aum. My heart is not confederate with my hand.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. It was (villaine) ere thy hand did set it downe.
Yor. I tore it from the Traitors bosome, King.
Yor. Feare, and not Loue, begets his penitence;
Yor. Forget to pitty him, least thy pitty proue
Yor. A Serpent, that will sting thee to the heart.
Bul. Bul.
Bul. Oh heinous, strong, and bold Conspiracie,
Bul. O loyall Father of a treacherous Sonne:
Bul. Thou sheere, immaculate, and siluer fountaine,
Bul. From whence this streame, through muddy passages
Bul. Hath had his current, and defil'd himselfe.
Bul. Thy ouerflow of good, conuerts to bad,
Bul. And thy abundant goodnesse shall excuse
Bul. This deadly blot, in thy digressing sonne.