Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ioh. Out of my sight, and neuer see me more:
Ioh. My Nobles leaue me, and my State is braued,
Ioh. Euen at my gates, with rankes of forraigne powres;
Ioh. Nay, in the body of this fleshly Land,
Ioh. This kingdome, this Confine of blood, and breathe
Ioh. Hostilitie, and ciuill tumult reignes
Ioh. Betweene my conscience, and my Cosins death.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. Arme you against your other enemies:
Hub. Ile make a peace betweene your soule, and you.
Hub. Yong Arthur is aliue: This hand of mine
Hub. Is yet a maiden, and an innocent hand.
Hub. Not painted with the Crimson spots of blood,
Hub. Within this bosome, neuer entred yet
Hub. The dreadfull motion of a murderous thought,
Hub. And you haue slander'd Nature in my forme,
Hub. Which howsoeuer rude exteriorly,
Hub. Is yet the couer of a fayrer minde,
Hub. Then to be butcher of an innocent childe.
Iohn. Iohn.