Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Con. Lo; now: now see the issue of your peace.
Fra. Fra.
Fra. Patience good Lady, comfort gentle Constance.
Con. Con.
Con. No, I defie all Counsell, all redresse,
Con. But that which ends all counsell, true Redresse:
Con. Death, death, O amiable, louely death,
Con. Thou odoriferous stench: sound rottennesse,
Con. Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,
Con. Thou hate and terror to prosperitie,
Con. And I will kisse thy detestable bones,
Con. And put my eye‑balls in thy vaultie browes,
Con. And ring these fingers with thy houshold wormes,
Con. And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust,
Con. And be a Carrion Monster like thy selfe;
Con. Come, grin on me, and I will thinke thou smil'st,
Con. And busse thee as thy wife: Miseries Loue,
Con. O come to me.
Fra. O faire affliction, peace.