Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Leo. More criminall in thee, then it) so thou
Leo. Shalt feele our Iustice; in whose easiest passage,
Leo. Looke for no lesse then death.
Her. Her.
Her. Sir, spare your Threats:
Her. The Bugge which you would fright me with, I seeke:
Her. To me can Life be no commoditie;
Her. The crowne and comfort of my Life (your Fauor)
Her. I doe giue lost, for I doe feele it gone,
Her. But know not how it went. My second Ioy,
Her. And first Fruits of my body, from his presence
Her. I am bar’d, like one infectious. My third comfort
Her. (Star’d most vnluckily) is from my breast
Her. (The innocent milke in it most innocent mouth)
Her. Hal’d out to murther. My selfe on euery Post
Her. Proclaym’d a Strumpet: With immodest hatred
Her. The Child‑bed priuiledge deny’d, which longs
Her. To Women of all fashion. Lastly, hurried
Her. Here, to this place, i’th’open ayre, before
Her. I haue got strength of limit. Now (my Liege)