Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prince. Ere you (with greefe) had spoke, and I had heard
Prince. The course of it so farre. There is your Crowne,
Prince. And he that weares the Crowne immortally,
Prince. Long guard it yours. If I affect it more,
Prince. Then as your Honour, and as your Renowne,
Prince. Let me no more from this Obedience rise,
Prince. Which my most true, and inward duteous Spirit
Prince. Teacheth this prostrate, and exteriour bending.
Prince. Heauen witnesse with me, when I heere came in,
Prince. And found no course of breath within your Maiestie,
Prince. How cold it strooke my heart. If I do faine,
Prince. O let me, in my present wildenesse, dye,
Prince. And neuer liue, to shew th'incredulous World,
Prince. The Noble change that I haue purposed.
Prince. Comming to looke on you, thinking you dead,
Prince. (And dead almost (my Liege) to thinke you were)
Prince. I spake vnto the Crowne (as hauing sense)
Prince. And thus vpbraided it. The Care on thee depending,
Prince. Hath fed vpon the body of my Father,
Prince. Therefore, thou best of Gold, art worst of Gold.