Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sal. And heale the inueterate Canker of one wound,
Sal. By
Sal. The life and death of King John.
Sal. By making many: Oh it grieues my soule,
Sal. That I must draw this mettle from my side
Sal. To be a widow‑maker: oh, and there
Sal. Where honourable rescue, and defence
Sal. Cries out vpon the name of Salisbury.
Sal. But such is the infection of the time,
Sal. That for the health and Physicke of our right,
Sal. We cannot deale but with the very hand
Sal. Of sterne Iniustice, and confused wrong:
Sal. And is't not pitty, (oh my grieued friends)
Sal. That we, the sonnes and children of this Isle,
Sal. Was borne to see so sad an houre as this,
Sal. Wherein we step after a stranger, march
Sal. Vpon her gentle bosom, and fill vp
Sal. Her Enemies rankes? I must withdraw, and weepe
Sal. Vpon the spot of this inforced cause,
Sal. To grace the Gentry of a Land remote,