Bene. as terrible as terminations, there were no liuing neere
Bene. her, she would infect to the north starre: I would not
Bene. had left him before he transgrest, she would haue made
Bene.
Hercules haue turnd spit, yea, and haue cleft his club to
Bene. make the fire too: come, talke not of her, you shall finde
Bene. her the infernall Ate in good apparell. I would to God
Bene. some scholler would coniure her, for certainely while she
Bene. is heere, a man may liue as quiet in hell, as in a sanctuary,
Bene. thither, so indeed all disquiet, horror, and perturbation
Bene. the worlds end? I will goe on the slightest arrand now