Nor thou within the compass of my curse.
[285] Buck. Nor no one here; for curses never pass
[♦] The lips of those that breathe them in the air.
[♦] Q. Mar. I’ll not believe but they ascend the sky,
[♦] And there awake God’s gentle-sleeping peace.
[♦] O Buckingham, take heed of yonder dog!
290 Look, when he fawns, he bites; and when he bites,
[♦] His venom tooth will rankle to the death:
[♦] Have not to do with him, beware of him;
[♦] Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him,