Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cam. For me, the Gold of France did not seduce,
Cam. Although I did admit it as a motiue,
Cam. The sooner to effect what I intended:
Cam. But God be thanked for preuention,
Cam. Which in sufferance heartily will reioyce,
Cam. Beseeching God, and you, to pardon mee.
Gray. Gray.
Gray. Neuer did faithfull subiect more reioyce
Gray. At the discouery of most dangerous Treason,
Gray. Then I do at this houre ioy ore my selfe,
Gray. Preuented from a damned enterprize;
Gray. My fault, but not my body, pardon Soueraigne.
King. King.
King. God quit you in his mercy: Hear your sentence
King. You haue conspir'd against Our Royall person,
King. Ioyn'd with an enemy proclaim'd, and from his Coffers,
King. Receyu'd the Golden Earnest of Our death:
King. Wherein you would haue sold your King to slaughter,
King. His Princes, and his Peeres to seruitude,
King. His Subiects to oppression, and contempt,