Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dol. I am too high‑borne to be proportied
Dol. To be a secondary at controll,
Dol. Or vsefull seruing‑man, and Instrument
Dol. To any Souueraigne State throughout the world.
Dol. Your breath first kindled the dead coale of warres,
Dol. Betweene this chastiz'd kingdome and my selfe,
Dol. And brought in matter that should feed this fire;
Dol. And now 'tis farre too huge to be blowne out
Dol. With that same weake winde, which enkindled it:
Dol. You taught me how to know the face of right,
Dol. Acquainted me with interest to this Land,
Dol. Yea, thrust this enterprize into my heart,
Dol. And come ye now to tell me Iohn hath made
Dol. His peace with Rome? what is that peace to me?
Dol. I (by the honour of my marriage bed)
Dol. After yong Arthur, claime this Land for mine,
Dol. And now it is halfe conquer'd, must I backe,
Dol. Because that Iohn hath made his peace with Rome?
Dol. Am I Romes slaue? What penny hath Rome borne?
Dol. What men prouided? What munition sent