Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Vnmanner'd Dogge,
Rich. Stand'st thou when I commaund:
Rich. Aduance thy Halbert higher then my brest,
Rich. Or by S.Saint Paul Ile strike thee to my Foote,
Rich. And spurne vpon thee Begger for thy boldnesse.
Anne. Anne.
Anne. What do you tremble? are you all affraid?
Anne. Alas, I blame you not, for you are Mortall,
Anne. And Mortall eyes cannot endure the Diuell.
Anne. Auant thou dreadfull minister of Hell;
Anne. Thou had'st but power ouer his Mortall body,
Anne. His Soule thou canst not haue: Therefore be gone.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Sweet Saint, for Charity, be not so curst.
An. An.
An. Foule Diuell,
An. For Gods sake hence, and trouble vs not,
An. For thou hast made the happy earth thy Hell:
An. Fill'd it with cursing cries, and deepe exclaimes:
An. If thou delight to view thy heynous deeds,