Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Say. Heare me but speake, and beare mee wher'e you
Say. will:
Say. Kent, in the Commentaries Cæsar writ,
Say. Is term'd the ciuel'st place of all this Isle:
Say. Sweet is the Covntry, because ful of Riches,
Say. The People Liberall, Valiant, Actiue, Wealthy,
Say. Which makes me hope you are not void of pitty.
Say. I sold not Maine, I lost not Normandie,
Say. Yet to recouer them would loose my life:
Say. Iustice with fauour haue I alwayes done,
Say. Prayres and Teares haue mou'd me, Gifts could neuer.
Say. When haue I ought exacted at your hands?
Say. Kent to maintaine, the King, the Realme and you,
Say. Large gifts haue I bestow'd on learned Clearkes,
Say. Because my Booke preferr'd me to the King.
Say. And seeing Ignorance is the curse of God,
Say. Knowledge the Wing wherewith we flye to heaven.
Say. Vnlesse you be possest with diuellish spirits,
Say. You cannot but forbeare to murther me:
Say. This Tongue hath parlied vnto Forraigne Kings