Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Prince. And your vnthought‑of Harry chance to meet:
Prince. For euery Honor fitting on his Helme,
Prince. Would they were multitudes, and on my head
Prince. My shames redoubled. For the time will come,
Prince. That I shall make this Northerne Youth exchange
Prince. His glorious Deedes for my Indignities:
Prince. Percy is but my Factor, good my Lord,
Prince. To engrosse vp glorious Deedes on my behalfe:
Prince. And I will call him to so strict account,
Prince. That he shall render euery Glory vp,
Prince. Yea, euen the sleightest worship of his time,
Prince. Or I will teare the Reckoning from his Heart.
Prince. This, in the Name of Heauen, I promise here:
Prince. The which, if I performe, and doe suruiue,
Prince. I doe beseech your Maiestie, may salue
Prince. The long‑growne Wounds of my intemperature:
Prince. If not, the end of Life cancells all Bands,
Prince. And I will dye a hundred thousand Deaths,
Prince. Ere breake the smallest parcell of this Vow.
King. King.