Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Bast.
Bast. Breefe then: and what's the newes?
Hub. Hub.
Hub. O my sweet sir, newes fitting to the night,
Hub. Blacke, fearefull, comfortlesse, and horrible.
Bast. Shew me the very wound of this ill newes,
Bast. I am no woman, Ile not swound at it.
Hub. The King I feare is poyson'd by a Monke,
Hub. I left him almost speechlesse, and broke out
Hub. To acquaint you with this euill, that you might
Hub. The better arme you to the sodaine time,
Hub. Then if you had at leisure knowne of this.
Bast. How did he take it? Who did taste to him?
Hub. A Monke I tell you, a resolued villaine
Hub. Whose Bowels sodainly burst out: The King
Hub. Yet speakes, and peraduenture may recouer.