Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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An. Behold this patterne of thy Butcheries.
An. Oh Gentlemen, see, see dead Henries wounds,
An. Open their congeal'd mouthes, and bleed afresh.
An. Blush, blush, thou lumpe of fowle Deformitie:
An. For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood
An. From cold and empty Veines where no blood dwels.
An. Thy Deeds inhumane and vnnaturall,
An. Prouokes this Deluge most vnnaturall.
An. O God! which this Blood mad'st, reuenge his death:
An. O Earth! which this Blood drink'st, reuenge his death.
An. Either Heau'n with Lightning strike the murth'rer dead:
An. Or Earth gape open wide, and eate him quicke,
An. As thou dost swallow vp this good Kings blood,
An. Which his Hell‑gouern'd arme hath butchered.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Lady, you know no Rules of Charity,
Rich. Which renders good for bad, Blessings for Curses.
An. An.
An. Villaine, thou know'st nor law of God nor Man,
An. No Beast so fierce, but knowes some touch of pitty.