Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Le. Then on a wretch whom Nature is asham'd
Le. Almost t'acknowledge hers.
Fra. Fra.
Fra. This is most strange,
Fra. That she whom euen but now, was your obiect,
Fra. The argument of your praise, balme of your age,
Fra. The best, the deerest, should in this trice of time
Fra. Commit a thing so monstrous, to dismantle
Fra. So many folds of fauour: sure her offence
Fra. Must be of such vnnaturall degree,
Fra. That monsters it: Or your fore‐voucht affection
Fra. Fall into taint, which to beleeue of her
Fra. Must be a faith that reason without miracle
Fra. Should neuer plant in me.
Cor. Cor.
Cor. I yet beseech your Maiesty.
Cor. If for I want that glib and oylie Art,
Cor. To speake and purpose not, since what I will intend,
Cor. Ile do't before I speake, that you make knowne
Cor. It is no vicious blot, murther, or foulenesse,