Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duk. Within these ten daies if that thou beest found
Duk. So neere our publike Court as twentie miles,
Duk. Thou diest for it.
Ros. Ros.
Ros. I doe beseech your Grace
Ros. Let me the knowledge of my fault beare with me:
Ros. If with my selfe I hold intelligence,
Ros. Or haue acquaintance with mine owne desires,
Ros. If that I doe not dreame, or be not franticke,
Ros. (As I doe trust I am not) then deere Vncle,
Ros. Neuer so much as in a thought vnborne,
Ros. Did I offend your highnesse.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. Thus doe all Traitors,
Duk. If their purgation did consist in words,
Duk. They are as innocent as grace it selfe;
Duk. Let it suffice thee that I trust thee not.
Ros. Yet your mistrust cannot make me a Traitor;
Ros. Tell me whereon the likelihoods depends?