Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dolph. Or the light losse of England, for a friend:
Dolph. Forgoe the easier.
Bla. Bla.
Bla. That s the curse of Rome.
Con. Con.
Con. O Lewis, stand fast, the deuill tempts thee heere
Con. In likenesse of a new vntrimmed Bride.
Bla. The Lady Constance speakes not from her faith,
Bla. But from her need.
Con. Oh, if thou grant my need,
Con. Which onely liues but by the death of faith,
Con. That need, must needs inferre this principle,
Con. That faith would liue againe by death of need:
Con. O then tread downe my need, and faith mounts vp,
Con. Keepe my need vp, and faith is trodden downe.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. The king is moud, and answers not to this.