Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Car. Car.
Car. If your Grace
Car. Could but be brought to know, our Ends are honest,
Car. Youl'd feele more comfort. Why shold we (good Lady)
Car. Vpon what cause wrong you? Alas, our Places,
Car. The way of our Profession is against it;
Car. We are to Cure such sorrowes, not to sowe 'em.
Car. For Goodnesse sake, consider what you do,
Car. How you may hurt your selfe: I, vtterly
Car. Grow from the Kings Acquaintance, by this Carriage.
Car. The hearts of Princes kisse Obedience,
Car. So much they loue it. But to stubborne Spirits,
Car. They swell and grow, as terrible as stormes.
Car. I know you haue a Gentle, Noble temper,
Car. A Soule as euen as a Calme; Pray thinke vs,
Car. Those we professe, Peace‑makers, Friends, and Seruants.
Camp. Camp.
Camp. Madam, you'l finde it so:
Camp. You wrong your Vertues
Camp. With these weake Womens feares. A Noble Spirit