Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Bast.
Bast. With‑hold thine indignation, mighty heauen,
Bast. And tempt vs not to beare aboue our power.
Bast. Ile tell thee Hubert, halfe my power this night
Bast. Passing these Flats, are taken by the Tide,
Bast. These Lincolne‑Washes haue deuoured them,
Bast. My selfe, well mounted, hardly haue escap'd.
Bast. Away before: Conduct me to the king,
Bast. I doubt he will be dead, or ere I come.
Bast. Exeunt
Bast. Scena Septima.
Bast. [Act 5, Scene 7]
Bast. Enter Prince Henry, Salisburie, and Bigot.
Hen. Hen.
Hen. It is too late, the life of all his blood
Hen. Is touch'd, corruptible: and his pure braine
Hen. (Which some suppose the soules fraile dwelling house)
Hen. Doth by the idle Comments that it makes,
Hen. Fore‑tell the ending of mortality.
Hen. Enter Pembroke.