Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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War. Who euer got thee, there thy Mother stands,
War. For well I vvot, thou hast thy Mothers tongue.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. But thou art neyther like thy Sire nor Damme,
Qu. But like a foule mishapen Stygmaticke,
Qu. Mark'd by the Destinies to be auoided,
Qu. As venome Toades, or Lizards dreadfull stings.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Iron of Naples, hid with English gilt,
Rich. Whose Father beares the Title of a King,
Rich. (As if a Channell should be call'd the Sea)
Rich. Sham'st thou not, knowing whence thou art extraught,
Rich. To let thy tongue detect thy base‑borne heart.
Ed. Ed.
Ed. A wispe of straw were worth a thousand Crowns,
Ed. To make this shamelesse Callet know her selfe:
Ed. Helen of Greece was fayrer farre then thou,
Ed. Although thy Husband may be Menelaus;
Ed. And ne're was Agamemnons Brother wrong'd
Ed. By that false Woman, as this King by thee.