Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. The fowlenesse is the punishment. I presume,
King. That as my hand ha's open'd Bounty to you,
King. My heart drop'd Loue, my powre rain'd Honor, more
King. On you, then any: So your Hand, and Heart,
King. Your Braine, and euery Function of your power,
King. Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty,
King. As 'twer in Loues particular, be more
King. To me your Friend, then any.
Car. Car.
Car. I do professe,
Car. That for your Highnesse good, I euer labour'd
Car. More then mine owne: that am, haue, and will be
Car. (Though all the world should cracke their duty to you,
Car. And throw it from their Soule, though perils did
Car. Abound, as thicke as thought could make 'em, and
Car. Appeare in formes more horrid) yet my Duty,
Car. As doth a Rocke against the chiding Flood,
Car. Should the approach of this wilde Riuer breake,
Car. And stand vnshaken yours.
King. King.