Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dut. Dost thou teach pardon, Pardon to destroy?
Dut. Ah my sowre husband, my hard‑hearted Lord,
Dut. That set's the word it selfe, against the word.
Dut. Speake Pardon, as 'tis currant in our Land,
Dut. The chopping French we do not vnderstand.
Dut. Thine eye begins to speake, set thy tongue there,
Dut. Or in thy pitteous heart, plant thou thine eare,
Dut. That hearing how our plaints and prayres do pearce,
Dut. Pitty may moue thee, Pardon to rehearse.
Bul. Bul.
Bul. Good Aunt, stand vp.
Dut. Dut.
Dut. I do not sue to stand,
Dut. Pardon is all the suite I haue in hand.
Dut. Bul.
Dut. The Life and Death of Richard the Second.
Bul. I pardon him, as heauen shall pardon mee.
Dut. O happy vantage of a kneeling knee: