Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Car. Car.
Car. My Soueraigne, I confesse your Royall graces
Car. Showr'd on me daily, haue bene more then could
Car. My studied purposes requite, which went
Car. Beyond all mans endeauors. My endeauors,
Car. Haue euer come too short of my Desires,
Car. Yet fill'd with my Abilities: Mine owne ends
Car. Haue beene mine so, that euermore they pointed
Car. To'th'good of your most Sacred Person, and
Car. The profit of the State. For your great Graces
Car. Heap'd vpon me (poore Vndeseruer) I
Car. Can nothing render but Allegiant thankes,
Car. My Prayres to heauen for you; my Loyaltie
Car. Which euer ha's, and euer shall be growing,
Car. Till death (that Winter) kill it.
King. King.
King. Fairely answer'd:
King. A Loyall, and obedient Subiect is
King. Therein illustrated, the Honor of it
King. Does pay the Act of it, as i'th'contrary