Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Con. Con.
Con. If thou that bidst me be content, wert grim
Con. Vgly, and slandrous to thy Mothers wombe,
Con. Full of vnpleasing blots, and sightlesse staines,
Con. Lame, foolish, crooked, swart, prodigious,
Con. Patch'd with foule Moles, and eye‑offending markes,
Con. I would not care, I then would be content,
Con. For then I should not loue thee: no, nor thou
Con. Become thy great birth, nor deserue a Crowne.
Con. But thou art faire, and at thy birth (deere boy)
Con. Nature and Fortune ioyn'd to make thee great.
Con. Of Natures guifts, thou mayst with Lillies boast,
Con. And with the halfe‑blowne Rose. But Fortune, oh,
Con. She is corrupted, chang'd, and wonne from thee,
Con. Sh'adulterates hourely with thine Vnckle Iohn,
Con. And with her golden hand hath pluckt on France
Con. To tread downe faire respect of Soueraigntie,
Con. And made his Maiestie the bawd to theirs.
Con. France is a Bawd to Fortune, and king Iohn,
Con. That strumpet Fortune, that vsurping Iohn: