Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bor. Bor.
Bor. Not honestly my Lord, but so couertly, that no
Bor. dishonesty shall appeare in me.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Shew me breefely how.
Bor. I thinke I told your Lordship a yeere since, how
Bor. much I am in the fauour of Margaret, the waiting gentle
Bor. woman to Hero.
Iohn. I remember.
Bor. I can at any vnseasonable instant of the night,
Bor. appoint her to looke out at her Ladies chamber window.
Iohn. What life is in that, to be the death of this mar
Iohn. riage?
Bor. The poyson of that lies in you to temper, goe
Bor. you to the Prince your brother, spare not to tell him, that