Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Alanson that notorious Macheuile?
Yorke. It dyes, and if it had a thousand liues.
Pue. Pue.
Pue. Oh giue me leaue, I haue deluded you,
Pue. 'Twas neyther Charles, nor yet the Duke I nam'd,
Pue. But Reignier King of Naples that preuayl'd.
War. War.
War. A married man, that's most intollerable.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. Why here's a Gyrle: I think she knowes not wel
Yor. (There were so many) whom she may accuse.
War. It's signe she hath beene liberall and free.
Yor. And yet forsooth she is a Virgin pure.
Yor. Strumpet, thy words condemne thy Brat, and thee.
Yor. Vse no intreaty, for it is in vaine.
Pu. Pu.
Pu. Then lead me hence: with whom I leaue my curse.