Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Puc. I neuer had to do with wicked Spirits.
Puc. But you that are polluted with your lustes,
Puc. Stain'd with the guiltlesse blood of Innocents,
Puc. Corrupt and tainted with a thousand Vices:
Puc. Because you want the grace that others haue,
Puc. You iudge it straight a thing impossible
Puc. To compasse Wonders, but by helpe of diuels.
Puc. No misconceyued, Ione of Aire hath beene
Puc. A Virgin from her tender infancie,
Puc. Chaste, and immaculate in very thought,
Puc. Whose Maiden‑blood thus rigorously effus'd,
Puc. Will cry for Vengeance, at the Gates of Heauen.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. I, I: away with her to execution.
War. War.
War. And hearke ye sirs: because she is a Maide,
War. Spare for no Faggots, let there be enow:
War. Place barrelles of pitch vpon the fatall stake,
War. That so her torture may be shortned.
Puc. Puc.