Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Chi. Call for sweet water, wash thy hands.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash.
Dem. And so let's leaue her to her silent walkes.
Chi. Chi.
Chi. And t'were my cause, I should goe hang my selfe.
Dem. If thou had'st hands to helpe thee knit the cord.
Dem. Exeunt.
Dem. Winde Hornes.
Dem. Enter Marcus from hunting, to Lauinia.
Dem. Who is this, my Neece that flies away so fast?
Dem. Cosen a word, where is your husband?
Dem. If I do dreame, would all my wealth would wake me;
Dem. If I doe wake, some Planet strike me downe,
Dem. That I may slumber in eternall sleepe.
Dem. Speake gentle Neece, what sterne vngentle hands
Dem. Hath lopt, and hew'd, and made thy body bare
Dem. Of her two branches, those sweet Ornaments
Dem. Whose circkling shadowes, Kings haue sought to sleep in