Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. (Star’d most vnluckily) is from my breast
Her. (The innocent milke in it most innocent mouth)
Her. Hal’d out to murther. My selfe on euery Post
Her. Proclaym’d a Strumpet: With immodest hatred
Her. The Child‑bed priuiledge deny’d, which longs
Her. To Women of all fashion. Lastly, hurried
Her. Here, to this place, i’th’open ayre, before
Her. I haue got strength of limit. Now (my Liege)
Her. Tell me what blessings I haue here aliue,
Her. That I should feare to die? Therefore proceed:
Her. But yet heare this: mistake me not: no Life,
Her. (I prize it not a straw) but for mine Honor,
Her. Which I would free: if I shall be condemn’d
Her. Vpon surmizes (all proofes sleeping else,
Her. But what your Iealousies awake) I tell you
Her. 'Tis Rigor, and not Law. Your Honors all,
Her. I doe referre me to the Oracle:
Her. Apollo be my Iudge.
Lord. Lord.
Lord. This your request