Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Measure our Confines with such peacefull steps?
Rich. If we preuaile, their heads shall pay for it.
Rich. I warrant they haue made peace with Bullingbrooke.
Scroope. Scroope.
Scroope. Peace haue they made with him indeede (my
Scroope. Lord.)
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Oh Villains, Vipers, damn'd without redemption,
Rich. Doggers, easily woon to fawne on any man,
Rich. Snakes in my heart blood warm'd, that sting my heart,
Rich. Three Iudasses, each one thrice worse then Iudas,
Rich. Would they make peace? terrible Hell make warre
Rich. Vpon their spotted Soules for this Offence.
Scroope. Sweet Loue (I see) changing his propertie,
Scroope. Turnes to the sowrest, and most deadly hate:
Scroope. Againe vncurse their Soules; their peace is made
Scroope. With Heads, and not with Hands: those whom you curse
Scroope. Haue felt the worst of Deaths destroying hand,
Scroope. And lye full low, grau'd in the hollow ground.