Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Arthur. Arthur.
Arthur. Good my mother peace,
Arthur. I would that I were low laid in my graue,
Arthur. I am not worth this coyle that's made for me.
Qu. Mo. Qu. Mo.
Qu. Mo. His mother shames him so, poore boy hee (weepes.
Con. Con.
Con. Now shame vpon you where she does or no.
Con. His grandames wrongs, and not his mothers shames
Con. Drawes those heauen‑mouing pearles frōfrom his poor eies,
Con. Which heauen shall take in nature of a fee:
Con. I, with these Christall beads heauen shall be brib'd
Con. To doe him Iustice, and reuenge on you.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Thou monstrous slanderer of heauen and earth.
Con. Thou monstrous Iniurer of heauen and earth,
Con. Call not me slanderer, thou and thine vsurpe
Con. The Dominations, Royalties, and rights
Con. Of this oppressed boy; this is thy eldest sonnes sonne,