Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sal. If that it be the worke of any hand?
Sal. We had a kinde of light, what would ensue:
Sal. It is the shamefull worke of Huberts hand,
Sal. The practice, and the purpose of the king:
Sal. From whose obedience I forbid my soule,
Sal. Kneeling before this ruine of sweete life,
Sal. And breathing to his breathlesse Excellence
Sal. The Incense of a Vow, a holy Vow:
Sal. Neuer to taste the pleasures of the world,
Sal. Neuer to be infected with delight,
Sal. Nor conuersant with Ease, and Idlenesse,
Sal. Till I haue set a glory to this hand,
Sal. By giuing it the worship of Reuenge.
Pem. Big. Pem. Big.
Pem. Big. Our soules religiously confirme thy words.
Pem. Big. Enter Hubert.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. Lords, I am hot with haste, in seeking you,
Hub. Arthur doth liue, the king hath sent for you.
Sal. Sal.