Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duch. Yorke. O ill dispersing Winde of Miserie,
Duch. Yorke. O my accursed Wombe, the Bed of Death:
Duch. Yorke. A Cockatrice hast thou hatcht to the World,
Duch. Yorke. Whose vnauoided Eye is murtherous.
Stanley. Stanley.
Stanley. Come, Madame, come, I in all haste was sent.
Anne. Anne.
Anne. And I with all vnwillingnesse will goe.
Anne. O would to God, that the inclusiue Verge
Anne. Of Golden Mettall, that must round my Brow,
Anne. Were red hot Steele, to seare me to the Braines,
Anne. Anoynted let me be with deadly Venome,
Anne. And dye ere men can say, God saue the Queene.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Goe, goe, poore soule, I enuie not thy glory,
Qu. To feed my humor, with thy selfe no harme.
Anne. No: why? When he that is my Husband now,
Anne. Came to me, as I follow'd Henries Corse,
Anne. When scarce the blood was well washt from his hands,