Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gard. Yet freshly pittied in our memories.
Cran. Cran.
Cran. My good Lords; Hitherto, in all the Progresse
Cran. Both of my Life and Office, I haue labour'd,
Cran. And with no little study, that thy teaching
Cran. And the strong course of my Authority,
Cran. Might goe one way, and safely; and the end
Cran. Was euer to doe well: nor is there liuing,
Cran. (I speake it with a single heart, my Lords)
Cran. A man that more detests, more stirres against,
Cran. Both in his priuate Conscience, and his place,
Cran. Defacers of a publique peace then I doe:
Cran. Pray Heauen the King may neuer find a heart
Cran. With lesse Allegeance in it. Men that make
Cran. Enuy, and crooked malice, nourishment;
Cran. Dare bite the best. I doe beseech your Lordships,
Cran. That in this case of Iustice, my Accusers,
Cran. Be what they will, may stand forth face to face,
Cran. And freely vrge against me.
Suff. Suff.