Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bor. my shame: the Ladie is dead vpon mine and my masters
Bor. false accusation: and briefelie, I desire nothing but the
Bor. reward of a villaine.
Prin. Prin.
Prin. Runs not this speech like yron through your
Prin. bloud?
Clau. Clau.
Clau. I haue drunke poison whiles he vtter'd it.
Prin. But did my Brother set thee on to this?
Bor. Bor.
Bor. Yea, and paid me richly for the practise of it.
Prin. He is compos'd and fram'd of treacherie,
Prin. And fled he is vpon this villanie.
Clau. Sweet Hero, now thy image doth appeare
Clau. In the rare semblance that I lou'd it first.
Const. Const.
Const. Come, bring away the plaintiffes, by this time