Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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An. For thou hast done a Charitable deed:
An. Giue me thy knife, I will insult on him,
An. Flattering my selfes, as if it were the Moore,
An. Come hither purposely to poyson me.
An. There's for thy selfe, and thats for Tamira: Ah sirra,
An. Yet I thinke we are not brought so low,
An. But that betweene vs, we can kill a Fly,
An. That comes in likenesse of a Cole‑blacke Moore.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Alas poore man, griefe ha's so wrought on him,
Mar. He takes false shadowes, for true substances.
An. An.
An. Come, take away: Lauinia, goe with me,
An. Ile to thy closset, and goe read with thee
An. Sad stories, chanced in the times of old.
An. Come boy, and goe with me, thy sight is young,
An. And thou shalt read, when mine begin to dazell.
An. Exeunt
An. Actus Quartus.
An. [Act 4, Scene 1]