Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ol. Still so constant Lord.
Du. Du.
Du. What to peruersenesse? you vnciuill Ladie
Du. To whose ingrate, and vnauspicious Altars
Du. My soule the faithfull'st offrings haue breath'd out
Du. That ere deuotion tender'd. What shall I do?
Ol. Ol.
Ol. Euen what it please my Lord, that shal becom him
Du. Why should I not, (had I the heart to do it)
Du. Like to th'Egyptian theefe, at point of death
Du. Kill what I loue: (a sauage iealousie,
Du. That sometime sauours nobly) but heare me this:
Du. Since you to non‑regardance cast my faith,
Du. And that I partly know the instrument
Du. That screwes me from my true place in your fauour:
Du. Liue you the Marble‑brested Tirant still.
Du. But this your Minion, whom I know you loue,
Du. And whom, by heauen I sweare, I tender deerely,
Du. Him will I teare out of that cruell eye,