Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ar. Ar.
Ar. Too fairely Hubert, for so foule effect,
Ar. Must you with hot Irons, burne out both mine eyes?
Hub. Hub.
Hub. Yong Boy, I must.
Art. Art.
Art. And will you?
Hub. And I will.
Art. Haue you the heart? When your head did but
Art. ake,
Art. I knit my hand‑kercher about your browes
Art. (The best I had, a Princesse wrought it me)
Art. And I did neuer aske it you againe:
Art. And with my hand, at midnight held your head;
Art. And like the watchfull minutes, to the houre,
Art. Still and anon cheer'd vp the heauy time;
Art. Saying, what lacke you? and where lies your greefe?
Art. Or what good loue may I performe for you?