Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Big. What wilt thou do, renowned Faulconbridge?
Big. Second a Villaine, and a Murtherer?
Hub. Hub.
Hub. Lord Bigot, I am none.
Big. Big.
Big. Who kill'd this Prince?
Hub. 'Tis not an houre since I left him well:
Hub. I honour'd him, I lou'd him, and will weepe
Hub. My date of life out, for his sweete liues losse.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes,
Sal. For villanie is not without such rheume,
Sal. And he, long traded in it, makes it seeme
Sal. Like Riuers of remorse and innocencie.
Sal. Away with me, all you whose soules abhorre
Sal. Th'vncleanly sauours of a Slaughter‑house,
Sal. For I am stifled with this smell of sinne.
Big. Away, toward Burie, to the Dolphin there.