Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fra. Well could I beare that England had this praise,
Fra. So we could finde some patterne of our shame:
Fra. Enter Constance.
Fra. Looke who comes heere? a graue vnto a soule,
Fra. Holding th'eternall spirit against her will,
Fra. In the vilde prison of afflicted breath:
Fra. I prethee Lady goe away with me.
Con. Con.
Con. Lo; now: now see the issue of your peace.
Fra. Fra.
Fra. Patience good Lady, comfort gentle Constance.
Con. No, I defie all Counsell, all redresse,
Con. But that which ends all counsell, true Redresse:
Con. Death, death, O amiable, louely death,
Con. Thou odoriferous stench: sound rottennesse,
Con. Arise forth from the couch of lasting night,
Con. Thou hate and terror to prosperitie,
Con. And I will kisse thy detestable bones,
Con. And put my eye‑balls in thy vaultie browes,