Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Shall flesh his tooth in euery Innocent.
King. O my poore Kingdome (sicke, with ciuill blowes)
King. When that my Care could not with‑hold thy Ryots,
King. What wilt thou do, when Ryot is thy Care?
King. O, thou wilt be a Wildernesse againe,
King. Peopled with Wolues (thy old Inhabitants.
Prince. Prince.
Prince. O pardon me (my Liege)
Prince. But for my Teares,
Prince. The most Impediments vnto my Speech,
Prince. I had fore‑stall'd this deere, and deepe Rebuke,
Prince. Ere you (with greefe) had spoke, and I had heard
Prince. The course of it so farre. There is your Crowne,
Prince. And he that weares the Crowne immortally,
Prince. Long guard it yours. If I affect it more,
Prince. Then as your Honour, and as your Renowne,
Prince. Let me no more from this Obedience rise,
Prince. Which my most true, and inward duteous Spirit
Prince. Teacheth this prostrate, and exteriour bending.
Prince. Heauen witnesse with me, when I heere came in,