Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duk. We'll borrow place of him; Sir, by your leaue:
Duk. Ha'st thou or word, or wit, or impudence,
Duk. That yet can doe thee office? If thou ha'st
Duk. Rely vpon it, till my tale be heard,
Duk. And hold no longer out.
Ang. Ang.
Ang. Oh, my dread Lord,
Ang. I should be guiltier then my guiltinesse,
Ang. To thinke I can be vndiscerneable,
Ang. When I perceiue your grace, like powre diuine,
Ang. Hath look'd vpon my passes. Then good Prince,
Ang. No longer Session hold vpon my shame,
Ang. But let my Triall, be mine owne Confession:
Ang. Immediate sentence then, and sequent death,
Ang. Is all the grace I beg.
Duk. Duk.
Duk. Come hither Mariana,
Duk. Say: was't thou ere contracted to this woman?
Ang. I was my Lord.