Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iach. That play with all Infirmities for Gold,
Iach. Which rottennesse can lend Nature. Such boyl'd stuffe
Iach. As well might poyson Poyson. Be reueng'd,
Iach. Or she that bore you, was no Queene, and you
Iach. Recoyle from your great Stocke.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Reueng'd:
Imo. How should I be reueng'd? If this be true,
Imo. (As I haue such a Heart, that both mine eares
Imo. Must not in haste abuse) if it be true,
Imo. How should I be reueng'd?
Iach. Iach.
Iach. Should he make me
Iach. Liue like Diana's Priest, betwixt cold sheets,
Iach. Whiles he is vaulting variable Rampes
Iach. In your despight, vpon your purse: reuenge it.
Iach. I dedicate my selfe to your sweet pleasure,
Iach. More Noble then that runnagate to your bed,
Iach. And will continue fast to your Affection,
Iach. Still close, as sure.