Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sal. As true as I beleeue you thinke them false,
Sal. That giue you cause to proue my saying true.
Con. Con.
Con. Oh if thou teach me to beleeue this sorrow,
Con. Teach thou this sorrow, how to make me dye,
Con. And let beleefe, and life encounter so,
Con. As doth the furie of two desperate men,
Con. Which in the very meeting fall, and dye.
Con. Lewes marry Blaunch? O boy, then where art thou?
Con. France friend with England, what becomes of me?
Con. Fellow be gone: I cannot brooke thy sight,
Con. This newes hath made thee a most vgly man.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. What other harme haue I good Lady done,
Sal. But spoke the harme, that is by others done?
Con. Which harme within it selfe so heynous is,
Con. As it makes harmefull all that speake of it.
Ar. Ar.
Ar. I do beseech you Madam be content.