Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ch. Iust. And did commit you. If the deed were ill,
Ch. Iust. Be you contented, wearing now the Garland,
Ch. Iust. To haue a Sonne, set your Decrees at naught?
Ch. Iust. To plucke downe Iustice from your awefull Bench?
Ch. Iust. To trip the course of Law, and blunt the Sword
Ch. Iust. That guards the peace, and safety of your Person?
Ch. Iust. Nay more, to spurne at your most Royall Image,
Ch. Iust. And mocke your workings, in a Second body?
Ch. Iust. Question your Royall Thoughts, make the case yours:
Ch. Iust. Be now the Father, and propose a Sonne:
Ch. Iust. Heare your owne dignity so much prophan'd,
Ch. Iust. See your most dreadfull Lawes, so loosely slighted;
Ch. Iust. Behold your selfe, so by a Sonne disdained:
Ch. Iust. And then imagine me, taking you part,
Ch. Iust. And in your power, soft silencing your Sonne:
Ch. Iust. After this cold considerance, sentence me;
Ch. Iust. And, as you are a King, speake in your state,
Ch. Iust. What I haue done, that misbecame my place,
Ch. Iust. My person, or my Lieges Soueraigntie.
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