Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Con. And ring these fingers with thy houshold wormes,
Con. And stop this gap of breath with fulsome dust,
Con. And be a Carrion Monster like thy selfe;
Con. Come, grin on me, and I will thinke thou smil'st,
Con. And busse thee as thy wife: Miseries Loue,
Con. O come to me.
Fra. Fra.
Fra. O faire affliction, peace.
Con. Con.
Con. No, no, I will not, hauing breath to cry:
Con. O that my tongue were in the thunders mouth,
Con. Then with a passion would I shake the world,
Con. And rowze from sleepe that fell Anatomy
Con. Which cannot heare a Ladies feeble voyce,
Con. Which scornes a modern Inuocation.
Pand. Pand.
Pand. Lady, you vtter madnesse, and not sorrow.
Con. Thou art holy to belye me so,
Con. I am not mad: this haire I teare is mine,