Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pol. Was Innocence, for Innocence: we knew not
Pol. The Doctrine of ill‑doing, nor dream’d
Pol. That any did: Had we pursu’d that life,
Pol. And our weake Spirits ne’re been higher rear’d
Pol. With stronger blood, we should haue answer’d Heauen
Pol. Boldly, not guilty; the Imposition clear’d,
Pol. Hereditarie ours.
Her. Her.
Her. By this we gather
Her. You haue tript since.
Pol. Pol.
Pol. O my most sacred Lady,
Pol. Temptations haue since then been borne to’s: for
Pol. In those vnfledg’d dayes, was my Wife a Girle;
Pol. Your precious selfe had then not cross’d the eyes
Pol. Of my young Play‑fellow.
Her. Grace to boot:
Her. Of this make no conclusion, least you say
Her. Your Queene and I are Deuils: yet goe on,