Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bul. Carlile, this is your doome:
Bul. Choose out some secret place, some reuerend roome
Bul. More then thou hast, and with it ioy thy life:
Bul. So as thou liu'st in peace, dye free from strife:
Bul. For though mine enemy thou hast euer beene,
Bul. High sparkes of Honor in thee haue I seene.
Bul. Enter Exton with a Coffin.
Exton. Exton.
Exton. Great King, within this Coffin I present
Exton. Thy buried feare. Heerein all breathlesse lies
Exton. The mightiest of thy greatest enemies
Exton. Richard of Burdeaux, by me hither brought.
Bul. Bul.
Bul. Exton, I thanke thee not, for thou hast wrought
Bul. A deede of Slaughter, with thy fatall hand,
Bul. Vpon my head, and all this famous Land.
Ex. Ex.
Ex. From your owne mouth my Lord, did I this deed.
Bul. They loue not poyson, that do poyson neede,