Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cran. Will triumph o're my person, which I waigh not,
Cran. Being of those Vertues vacant. I feare nothing
Cran. What can be said against me.
King. King.
King. Know you not
King. How your state stands i'th'world, with the whole world?
King. Your Enemies are many, and not small; their practises
King. Must beare the same proportion, and not euer
King. The Iustice and the Truth o'th'question carries
King. The dew o'th'Verdict with it; at what ease
King. Might corrupt mindes procure, Knaues as corrupt
King. To sweare against you: Such things haue been done.
King. You are Potently oppos'd, and with a Malice
King. Of as great Size. Weene you of better lucke,
King. I meane in periur'd Witnesse, then your Master,
King. Whose Minister you are, whiles heere he liu'd
King. Vpon this naughty Earth? Go too, go too,
King. You take a Precepit for no leape of danger,
King. And woe your owne destruction.
Cran. Cran.