Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Now neighbor‑Confines purge you of your Scum:
King. Haue you a Ruffian that swill sweare? drinke? dance?
King. Reuell the night? Rob? Murder? and commit
King. The oldest sinnes, the newest kinde of wayes?
King. Be happy, he will trouble you no more:
King. England, shall double gill'd, his trebble guilt.
King. England, shall giue him Office, Honor, Might:
King. For the fift Harry, from curb'd License pluckes
King. The muzzle of Restraint; and the wilde Dogge
King. Shall flesh his tooth in euery Innocent.
King. O my poore Kingdome (sicke, with ciuill blowes)
King. When that my Care could not with‑hold thy Ryots,
King. What wilt thou do, when Ryot is thy Care?
King. O, thou wilt be a Wildernesse againe,
King. Peopled with Wolues (thy old Inhabitants.
Prince. Prince.
Prince. O pardon me (my Liege)
Prince. But for my Teares,
Prince. The most Impediments vnto my Speech,
Prince. I had fore‑stall'd this deere, and deepe Rebuke,