Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Buc. Buc.
Buc. Nor no one heere: for Curses neuer passe
Buc. The lips of those that breath them in the ayre.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. I will not thinke but they ascend the sky,
Mar. And there awake Gods gentle sleeping peace.
Mar. O Buckingham, take heede of yonder dogge:
Mar. Looke when he fawnes, he bites; and when he bites,
Mar. His venom tooth will rankle to the death.
Mar. Haue not to do with him, beware of him,
Mar. Sinne, death, and hell haue set their markes on him,
Mar. And all their Ministers attend on him.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham.
Buc. Nothing that I respect my gracious Lord.
Mar. What dost thou scorne me
Mar. For my gentle counsell?
Mar. And sooth the diuell that I warne thee from.