Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. Hath beene as continent, as chaste, as true,
Her. As I am now vnhappy; which is more
Her. Then Historie can patterne, though deuis’d,
Her. And play’d, to take Spectators. For behold me,
Her. A Fellow of the Royall Bed, which owe
Her. A Moitie of the Throne: a great Kings Daughter,
Her. The Mother to a hopefull Prince, here standing
Her. To prate and talke for Life, and Honor, fore
Her. Who please to come, and heare. For Life, I prize it
Her. As I weigh Griefe (which I would spare:) For Honor,
Her. 'Tis a deriuatiue from me to mine,
Her. And onely that I stand for. I appeale
Her. To your owne Conscience (Sir) before Polixenes
Her. Came to your Court, how I was in your grace,
Her. How merited to be so: Since he came,
Her. With what encounter so vncurrant, I
Her. Haue strayn’d t’appeare thus; if one iot beyond
Her. The bound of Honor, or in act, or will
Her. That way enclining, hardned be the hearts
Her. Of all that heare me, and my neer’st of Kin