Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Diom. With such a hell of paine, and world of charge.
Diom. And you as well to keepe her, that defend her,
Diom. Not pallating the taste of her dishonour,
Diom. With such a costly losse of wealth and friends:
Diom. He like a puling Cuckold, would drinke vp
Diom. The lees and dregs of a flat tamed peece:
Diom. You like a letcher, out of whorish loynes,
Diom. Are pleas'd to breede out your inheritors:
Diom. Both merits poyz'd, each weighs no lesse nor more,
Diom. But he as he, which heauier for a whore.
Par. Par.
Par. You are too bitter to your country‑woman.
Dio. Dio.
Dio. Shee's bitter to her countrey: heare me Paris,
Dio. For euery false drop in her baudy veines,
Dio. A Grecians life hath sunke: for euery scruple
Dio. Of her contaminated carrion weight,
Dio. A Troian hath beene slaine. Since she could speake,
Dio. She hath not giuen so many good words breath,
Dio. As for her, Greekes and Troians suffred death.