Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ros. If that I doe not dreame, or be not franticke,
Ros. (As I doe trust I am not) then deere Vncle,
Ros. Neuer so much as in a thought vnborne,
Ros. Did I offend your highnesse.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. Thus doe all Traitors,
Duk. If their purgation did consist in words,
Duk. They are as innocent as grace it selfe;
Duk. Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a Traitor;
Ros. Tell me whereon the likelihoods depends?
Duk. Thou art thy Fathers daughter, there's enough.
Ros. So was I when your highnes took his Dukdome,
Ros. So was I when your highnesse banisht him;
Ros. Treason is not inherited my Lord,
Ros. Or if we did deriue it from our friends,
Ros. What's that to me, my Father was no Traitor,