The very marrow, and not taint the skin:
His wayes must not be seene; the superficies
Of the greene Center must not taste his feet,[195]
When hell is plow'd up with his wounding tracts,
And all his harvest reap't by hellish facts. Exeunt.
Finis Actus Quarti.
LINENOTES:
[Enter D'Ambois and Frier] and [1-19] I am . . . despaire. A omits.
[18] th[e]. Emend, ed.; B, th.