Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. So I by that: It is my day, my life.
An. An.
An. Blacke night ore‑shade thy day, & death thy life.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Curse not thy selfe faire Creature,
Rich. Thou art both.
An. I would I were, to be reueng'd on thee.
Rich. It is a quarrell most vnnaturall,
Rich. To be reueng'd on him that loueth thee.
An. It is a quarrell iust and reasonable,
An. To be reueng'd on him that kill'd my Husband.
Rich. He that bereft the Lady of thy Husband,
Rich. Did it to helpe thee to a better Husband.
An. His better doth not breath vpon the earth.