Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mow. The one my dutie owes, but my faire name
Mow. Despight of death, that liues vpon my graue
Mow. To darke dishonours vse, thou shalt not haue.
Mow. I am disgrac'd, impeach'd, and baffel'd heere,
Mow. Pierc'd to the soule with slanders venom'd speare:
Mow. The which no balme can cure, but his heart blood
Mow. Which breath'd this poyson.
King. King.
King. Rage must be withstood:
King. Giue me his gage: Lyons make Leopards tame.
Mo. Mo.
Mo. Yea but not change his spots: take but my shame,
Mo. And I resigne my gage. My deere, deere Lord,
Mo. The purest treasure mortall times afford
Mo. Is spotlesse reputation: that away,
Mo. Men are but gilded loame, or painted clay.
Mo. A Iewell in a ten times barr'd vp Chest,
Mo. Is a bold spirit, in a loyall brest.
Mo. Mine Honor is my life; both grow in one:
Mo. Take Honor from me, and my life is done.