Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ioh. But taking note of thy abhorr'd Aspect,
Ioh. Finding thee fit for bloody villanie:
Ioh. Apt, liable to be employ'd in danger,
Ioh. I faintly broke with thee of Arthurs death:
Ioh. And thou, to be endeered to a King,
Ioh. Made it no conscience to destroy a Prince.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. My Lord.
Ioh. Ioh.
Ioh. Had'st thou but shooke thy head, or made a pause
Ioh. When I spake darkely, what I purposed:
Ioh. Or turn'd an eye of doubt vpon my face;
Ioh. As bid me tell my tale in expresse words:
Ioh. Deepe shame had struck me dumbe, made me break off,
Ioh. And those thy feares, might haue wrought feares in me.
Ioh. But, thou didst vnderstand me by my signes,
Ioh. And didst in signes againe parley with sinne,
Ioh. Yea, without stop, didst let thy heart consent,
Ioh. And consequently, thy rude hand to acte
Ioh. The deed, which both our tongues held vilde to name.