Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Exit.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Oh Ned, sweet Ned, speake to thy Mother Boy.
Qu. Can'st thou not speake? O Traitors, Murtherers!
Qu. They that stabb'd Cæsar, shed no blood at all:
Qu. Did not offend, nor were not worthy Blame,
Qu. If this foule deed were by, to equall it.
Qu. He was a Man; this (in respect) a Childe,
Qu. And Men, ne're spend their fury on a Childe.
Qu. What's worse then Murtherer, that I may name it?
Qu. No, no, my heart will burst, and if I speake,
Qu. And I will speake, that so my heart may burst.
Qu. Butchers and Villaine, bloudy Caniballes,
Qu. How sweet a Plant haue you vntimely cropt:
Qu. You haue no children (Butchers) if you had,
Qu. The thought of them would haue stirr'd vp remorse,
Qu. But if you euer chance to haue a Childe,
Qu. Looke in his youth to haue him so cut off.
Qu. As deathsmen you haue rid this sweet yong Prince.
King. King.