Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. Qu.
Qu. Cosins indeed, and by their Vnckle couzend,
Qu. Of Comfort, Kingdome, Kindred, Freedome, Life,
Qu. Whose hand soeuer lanch'd their tender hearts,
Qu. Thy head (all indirectly) gaue direction.
Qu. No doubt the murd'rous Knife was dull and blunt,
Qu. Till it was whetted on thy stone‑hard heart,
Qu. To reuell in the Intrailes of my Lambes.
Qu. But that still vse of greefe, makes wilde greefe tame,
Qu. My tongue should to thy eares not name my Boyes,
Qu. Till that my Nayles were anchor'd in thine eyes:
Qu. And I in such a desp'rate Bay of death,
Qu. Like a poore Barke, of sailes and tackling reft,
Qu. Rush all to peeces on thy Rocky bosome.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Madam, so thriue I in my enterprize
Rich. And dangerous successe of bloody warres,
Rich. As I intend more good to you and yours,
Rich. Then euer you and yours by me were harm'd.