Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cam. The standing of his Body.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. How should this grow?
Cam. Cam.
Cam. I know not: but I am sure 'tis safer to
Cam. Auoid what’s growne, then question how 'tis borne.
Cam. If therefore you dare trust my honestie,
Cam. That lyes enclosed in this Trunke, which you
Cam. Shall beare along impawnd, away to Night,
Cam. Your Followers I will whisper to the Businesse,
Cam. And will by twoes, and threes, at seuerall Posternes,
Cam. Cleare them o’th’Citie: For my selfe, Ile put
Cam. My fortunes to your seruice (which are here
Cam. By this discouerie lost.) Be not vncertaine,
Cam. For by the honor of my Parents, I
Cam. Haue vttred Truth: which if you seeke to proue,
Cam. I dare not stand by; nor shall you be safer,
Cam. Then one condemnd by the Kings owne mouth:
Cam. Thereon his Execution sworne.