Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. I come one way of the Plantagenets.
Hub. Hub.
Hub. Vnkinde remembrance: thou, & endles night,
Hub. Haue done me shame: Braue Soldier, pardon me,
Hub. That any accent breaking from thy tongue,
Hub. Should scape the true acquaintance of mine eare.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. Come, come: sans complement, What newes
Bast. abroad?
Hub. Why heere walke I, in the black brow of night
Hub. To finde you out.
Bast. Breefe then: and what's the newes?
Hub. O my sweet sir, newes fitting to the night,
Hub. Blacke, fearefull, comfortlesse, and horrible.
Bast. Shew me the very wound of this ill newes,
Bast. I am no woman, Ile not swound at it.