Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. And if thou want'st a Cord, the smallest thred
Bast. That euer Spider twisted from her wombe
Bast. Will serue to strangle thee: A rush will be a beame
Bast. To hang thee on. Or wouldst thou drowne thy selfe,
Bast. Put but a little water in a spoone,
Bast. And it shall be as all the Ocean,
Bast. Enough to stifle such a villaine vp.
Bast. I do suspect thee very greeuously.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. If I in act, consent, or sinne of thought,
Hub. Be guiltie of the stealing that sweete breath
Hub. Which was embounded in this beauteous clay,
Hub. Let hell want paines enough to torture me:
Hub. I left him well.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Go, beare him in thine armes:
Bast. I am amaz'd me thinkes, and loose my way
Bast. Among the thornes, and dangers of this world.
Bast. b3
Bast. How