Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Quee. Make me a Curse, like this.
Camp. Camp.
Camp. Your feares are worse.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Haue I liu'd thus long (let me speak my selfe,
Qu. Since Vertue findes no friends) a Wife, a true one?
Qu. A Woman (I dare say without Vainglory)
Qu. Neuer yet branded with Suspition?
Qu. Haue I, with all my full Affections
Qu. Still met the King? Loud him next Heau'n? Obey'd him?
Qu. Bin (out of fondnesse) superstitious to him?
Qu. Almost forgot my Prayres to content him?
Qu. And am I thus rewarded? 'Tis not well Lords,
Qu. Bring me a constant woman to her Husband,
Qu. One that ne're dream'd a Ioy, beyond his pleasure;
Qu. And to that Woman (when she has done most)
Qu. Yet will I adde an Honor; a great Patience.
Car. Car.
Car. Madam, you wander from the good
Car. We ayme at.