Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kin. The nature of his great offence is dead,
Kin. And deeper then obliuion, we do burie
Kin. Th' incensing reliques of it. Let him approach
Kin. A stranger, no offender; and informe him
Kin. So 'tis our will he should.
Gent. Gent.
Gent. I shall my Liege.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. What sayes he to your daughter,
Kin. Haue you spoke?
Laf. Laf.
Laf. All that he is, hath reference to your Highnes.
Kin. Then shall we haue a match. I haue letters sent
Kin. me, that sets him high in fame.
Kin. Enter Count Bertram.
Laf. He lookes well on't.
Kin. I am not a day of season,