Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Por. Por.
Por. I, but I feare you speake vpon the racke,
Por. Where men enforced doth speake any thing.
Bass. Bass.
Bass. Promise me life, and ile confesse the truth.
Por. Well then, confesse and liue.
Bass. Confesse and loue
Bass. Had beene the verie sum of my confession:
Bass. O happie torment, when my torturer
Bass. Doth teach me answers for deliuerance:
Bass. But let me to my fortune and the caskets.
Por. Away then, I am lockt in one of them,
Por. If you doe loue me, you will finde me out.
Por. Nerryssa and the rest, stand all aloose,
Por. Let musicke sound while he doth make his choise,
Por. Then if he loose he makes a Swan‑like end,
Por. Fading in musique. That the comparison