Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corn. Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to loue
Corn. With such integrity, she did confesse
Corn. Was as a Scorpion to her sight, whose life
Corn. (But that her flight preuented it) she had
Corn. Tane off by poison.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. O most delicate Fiend!
Cym. Who is't can reade a Woman? Is there more?
Corn. Corn.
Corn. More Sir, and worse. She did confesse she had
Corn. For you a mortall Minerall, which being tooke,
Corn. Should by the minute feede on life, and ling'ring,
Corn. By inches waste you. In which time, she purpos'd
Corn. By watching, weeping, tendance, kissing, to
Corn. Orecome you with her shew; and in time
Corn. (When she had fitted you with her craft, to worke
Corn. Her Sonne into th'adoption of the Crowne:
Corn. But fayling of her end by his strange absence,
Corn. Grew shamelesse desperate, open'd (in despight
Corn. Of Heauen, and Men) her purposes: repented