Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Camp. Both of his truth and him (which was too farre)
Camp. Offers, as I doe, in a signe of peace,
Camp. His Seruice, and his Counsell.
Queen. Queen.
Queen. To betray me.
Queen. My Lords, I thanke you both for your good wills,
Queen. Ye speake like honest men, (pray God ye proue so)
Queen. But how to make ye sodainly an Answere
Queen. In such a poynt of weight, so neere mine Honour,
Queen. (More neere my Life I feare) with my weake wit;
Queen. And to such men of grauity and learning;
Queen. In truth I know not. I was set at worke,
Queen. Among my Maids, full little (God knowes) looking
Queen. Either for such men, or such businesse;
Queen. For her sake that I haue beene, for I feele
Queen. The last fit of my Greatnesse; good your Graces
Queen. Let me haue time and Councell for my Cause:
Queen. Alas, I am a Woman frendlesse, hopelesse.
Wol. Wol.
Wol. Madam,