Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pem. This must be answer'd either heere, or hence.
Ioh. Ioh.
Ioh. Why do you bend such solemne browes on me?
Ioh. Thinke you I beare the Sheeres of destiny?
Ioh. Haue I commandement on the pulse of life?
Sal. Sal.
Sal. It is apparant foule‑play, and 'tis shame
Sal. That Greatnesse should so grossely offer it;
Sal. So thriue it in your game, and so farewell.
Pem. Pem.
Pem. Stay yet (Lord Salisbury) Ile go with thee,
Pem. And finde th'inheritance of this poore childe,
Pem. His little kingdome of a forced graue.
Pem. That blood which ow'd the bredth of all this Ile,
Pem. Three foot of it doth hold; bad world the while:
Pem. This must not be thus borne, this will breake out
Pem. To all our sorrowes, and ere long I doubt.
Pem. Exeunt
Io. Io.
Io. They burn in indignation: I repent: