Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. That bottel'd Spider, that foule bunch‑back'd Toad.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. I call'd thee then, vaine flourish of my fortune:
Mar. I call'd thee then, poore Shadow, painted Queen,
Mar. The presentation of but what I was;
Mar. The flattering Index of a direfull Pageant;
Mar. One heau'd a high, to be hurl'd downe below:
Mar. A Mother onely mockt with two faire Babes;
Mar. A dreame of what thou wast, a garish Flagge
Mar. To be the ayme of euery dangerous Shot;
Mar. A signe of Dignity, a Breath, a Bubble;
Mar. A Queene in ieast, onely to fill the Scene.
Mar. Where is thy Husband now? Where be thy Brothers?
Mar. Where be thy two Sonnes? Wherein dost thou Ioy?
Mar. Who sues, and kneeles, and sayes, God saue the Queene?
Mar. Where be the bending Peeres that flattered thee?
Mar. Where be the thronging Troopes that followed thee?
Mar. Decline all this, and see what now thou art.
Mar. For happy Wife, a most distressed Widdow:
Mar. For ioyfull Mother, one that wailes the name: