Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. Qu.
Qu. See, see, my beautie will be sau'd by merit.
Qu. O heresie in faire, fit for these dayes,
Qu. A giuing hand, though foule, shall haue faire praise.
Qu. But come, the Bow: Now Mercie goes to kill,
Qu. And shooting well, is then accounted ill:
Qu. Thus will I saue my credit in the shoote,
Qu. Not wounding, pittie would not let me do't:
Qu. If wounding, then it was to shew my skill,
Qu. That more for praise, then purpose meant to kill.
Qu. And out of question, so it is sometimes:
Qu. Glory growes guiltie of detested crimes,
Qu. When for Fames sake, for praise an outward part,
Qu. We bend to that, the working of the hart.
Qu. As I for praise alone now seeke to spill
Qu. The poore Deeres blood, that my heart meanes no ill.
Boy. Boy.
Boy. Do not curst wiues hold that selfe‑soueraigntie
Boy. Onely for praise sake, when they striue to be
Boy. Lords ore their Lords?