Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prince. Which washt away, shall scowre my shame with it.
Prince. And that shall be the day, when ere it lights,
Prince. That this same Child of Honor and Renowne,
Prince. This gallant Hotspur, this all‑praysed Knight,
Prince. And your vnthought‑of Harry chance to meet:
Prince. For euery Honor fitting on his Helme,
Prince. Would they were multitudes, and on my head
Prince. My shames redoubled. For the time will come,
Prince. That I shall make this Northerne Youth exchange
Prince. His glorious Deedes for my Indignities:
Prince. Percy is but my Factor, good my Lord,
Prince. To engrosse vp glorious Deedes on my behalfe:
Prince. And I will call him to so strict account,
Prince. That he shall render euery Glory vp,
Prince. Yea, euen the sleightest worship of his time,
Prince. Or I will teare the Reckoning from his Heart.
Prince. This, in the Name of Heauen, I promise here:
Prince. The which, if I performe, and doe suruiue,
Prince. I doe beseech your Maiestie, may salue
Prince. The long‑growne Wounds of my intemperature: