Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dut. His weary ioynts would gladly rise, I know,
Dut. Our knees shall kneele, till to the ground they grow:
Dut. His prayers are full of false hypocrisie,
Dut. Ours of true zeale, and deepe integritie:
Dut. Our prayers do out‑pray his, then let them haue
Dut. That mercy, which true prayers ought to haue.
Bul. Bul.
Bul. Good Aunt stand vp.
Dut. Dut.
Dut. Nay, do not say stand vp.
Dut. But Pardon first, and afterwards stand vp.
Dut. And if I were thy Nurse, thy tongue to teach,
Dut. Pardon should be the first word of thy speach.
Dut. I neuer long'd to heare a word till now:
Dut. Say Pardon (King,) let pitty teach thee how.
Dut. The word is short: but not so short as sweet,
Dut. No word like Pardon, for Kings mouth's so meet.
York. York.
York. Speake it in French (King) say Pardon'ne moy.