2303.112040Who
se reuerence euen the head-lugd beare would lick.
2303.122041Mo
st barbarous, mo
st degenerate haue you madded,
2303.152044If that the heauens doe not their vi
sible
spirits
2303.162045Send quickly downe to tame the vild o
ffences,
it will
(come 2303.172046Humanity mu
st perforce pray on it
self like mon
sters of
(the deepe. 23052048That beare
st a cheeke for bloes, a head for wrongs,
23062049Who ha
st not in thy browes an eye de
seruing
2307thine honour,
2050From thy
su
ffering,
that not know'
st, fools
do tho
se vilains pitty
2307.12051Who are puni
sht ere they haue done their mi
schiefe,
2307.22052Wher's thy drum?
France spreds his banners in our noy
seles land,
2307.32053With plumed helme, thy
state begin thereat
2307.42054Whil'
st thou a morall foole
sits
still and cries
23082056Alb. See thy
selfe deuill,
2309proper deformity
shews not in the
2311.12059Alb. Thou changed, and
selfe-couerd thing for
shame
2311.22060Be-mon
ster not thy feature, wer't my
fitnes
2311.42062They are apt enough to di
slecate and teare
2311.52063Thy
fle
sh and bones, how ere thou art a
fiend,
23122066Alb. What newes.
Enter a Gentleman. 23132067Gent. O my good Lord the Duke of
Cornwals dead,
2314slaine by
2068his
seruant,
going to put out
2315the other eye of
Gloster.
23172070Gen. A
seruant that he bred,
thrald with remor
se,
23182071Oppos'd again
st the a
ct, bending his
sword
23192072To his great mai
ster,
who thereat inraged
23202073Flew on him, and among
st them, feld him dead,
23212074But not without that harmefull
stroke,
which
since
2077That the
se our nether crimes
2325so
speedely can venge.
But