Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gent. tinually, 'tis her command.
Doct. Doct.
Doct. You see her eyes are open.
Gent. Gent.
Gent. I but their sense are shut.
Doct. What is it she do's now?
Doct. Looke how she rubbes her hands.
Gent. It is an accustom'd action with her, to seeme
Gent. thus washing her hands: I haue knowne her continue in
Gent. this a quarter of an houre.
Lad. Lad.
Lad. Yet heere's a spot.
Doct. Heark, she speaks, I will set downe what comes
Doct. from her, to satisfie my remembrance the more strongly.
La. La.
La. Out damned spot: out I say. One: Two: Why
La. then 'tis time to doo't: Hell is murky. Fye, my Lord, fie,