Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ar. Ar.
Ar. Are you sicke Hubert? you looke pale to day,
Ar. Insooth I would you were a little sicke,
Ar. That I might sit all night, and watch with you.
Ar. I warrant I loue you more then you do me.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. His words do take possession of my bosome.
Hub. Reade heere yong Arthur. How now foolish rheume?
Hub. Turning dispitious torture out of doore?
Hub. I must be breefe, least resolution drop
Hub. Out at mine eyes, in tender womanish teares.
Hub. Can you not reade it? Is it not faire writ?
Ar. Too fairely Hubert, for so foule effect,
Ar. Must you with hot Irons, burne out both mine eyes?
Hub. Yong Boy, I must.
Art. Art.
Art. And will you?