counterfeitpresentment
of two
brothers.
/ See,
what a
grace was
seated on
this brow;
... / This
was your
husband:
lookyou
now, what
follows. /
Here is
your
husband;
like a
mildew’d
ear, /
Blasting
his
wholesome
brother.
Haveyou
eyes? /
Could you
on this
fair
mountain
leave to
feed, /
And batten
on d this
moor? ...
and what
judgment/
Would step
from this
to this?
Sense,
sure, you
have, /
Else could
you not
have
motion;
but sure,
that
sense/ Is
