Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Vpon my Body with their Hellish Charmes.
Hast. Hast.
Hast. The tender loue I beare your Grace, my Lord,
Hast. Makes me most forward, in this Princely presence,
Hast. To doome th'Offendors, whosoe're they be:
Hast. I say, my Lord, they haue deserued death.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Then be your eyes the witnesse of their euill.
Rich. Looke how I am bewitch'd: behold, mine Arme
Rich. Is like a blasted Sapling, wither'd vp:
Rich. And this is Edwards Wife, that monstrous Witch,
Rich. Consorted with that Harlot, Strumpet Shore,
Rich. That by their Witchcraft thus haue marked me.
Hast. If they haue done this deed, my Noble Lord.
Rich. If? thou Protector of this damned Strumpet,
Rich. Talk'st thou to me of Ifs: thou art a Traytor,
Rich. Off with his Head; now by Saint Paul I sweare,
Rich. I will not dine, vntill I see the same.