Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. King.
King. I, but I feare me in another sence.
King. What Loue, think'st thou, I sue so much to get?
Wid. Wid.
Wid. My loue till death, my humble thanks, my prayers,
Wid. That loue which Vertue begges, and Vertue graunts.
King. No, by my troth, I did not meane such loue.
Wid. Why then you meane not, as I thought you did.
King. But now you partly may perceiue my minde.
Wid. My minde will neuer graunt what I perceiue
Wid. Your Highnesse aymes at, if I ayme aright.
King. To tell thee plaine, I ayme to lye with thee.
Wid. To tell you plaine, I had rather lye in Prison.