Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prince. And found no course of breath within your Maiestie,
Prince. How cold it strooke my heart. If I do faine,
Prince. O let me, in my present wildenesse, dye,
Prince. And neuer liue, to shew th'incredulous World,
Prince. The Noble change that I haue purposed.
Prince. Comming to looke on you, thinking you dead,
Prince. (And dead almost (my Liege) to thinke you were)
Prince. I spake vnto the Crowne (as hauing sense)
Prince. And thus vpbraided it. The Care on thee depending,
Prince. Hath fed vpon the body of my Father,
Prince. Therefore, thou best of Gold, art worst of Gold.
Prince. Other, less fine in Charract, is more precious,
Prince. Preseruing life, in Med'cine potable:
Prince. But thou, most Fine, most Honour'd, most Renown'd,
Prince. Hast eate Bearer vp.
Prince. Thus (my Royall Liege)
Prince. Accusing it, I put it on my Head,
Prince. To try with it (as with an Enemie,
Prince. That had before my face murdred my Father)
Prince. The Quarrell of a true Inheritor.