Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Con. Is but the vaine breath of a common man:
Con. Beleeue me, I doe not beleeue thee man,
Con. I haue a Kings oath to the contrarie.
Con. Thou shalt be punish'd for thus frighting me,
Con. For I am sicke, and capeable of feares,
Con. Opprest with wrongs, and therefore full of feares,
Con. A widdow, husbandles, subiect to feares,
Con. A woman naturally borne to feares;
Con. And though thou now confesse thou didst but iest
Con. With my vext spirits, I cannot take a Truce,
Con. But they will quake and tremble all this day.
Con. What dost thou meane by shaking of thy head?
Con. Why dost thou looke so sadly on my sonne?
Con. What meanes that hand vpon that breast of thine?
Con. Why holdes thine eie that lamentable rhewme,
Con. Like a proud riuer peering ore his bounds?
Con. Be these sad signes confirmers of thy words?
Con. Then speake againe, not all thy former tale,
Con. But this one word, whether thy tale be true.
Sal. Sal.