Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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1 Why so he doth, when he deliuers you
1 From this earths thraldome, to the ioyes of heauen.
2 2
2 Make peace with God, for you must die my Lord.
Cla. Cla.
Cla. Haue you that holy feeling in your soules,
Cla. To counsaile me to make my peace with God,
Cla. And are you yet to your owne soules so blinde,
Cla. That you will warre with God, by murd'ring me.
Cla. O sirs consider, they that set you on
Cla. To do this deede, will hate you for the deede.
2 What shall we do?
Clar. Clar.
Clar. Relent, and saue your soules:
Clar. Which of you, if you were a Princes Sonne,
Clar. Being pent from Liberty, as I am now,
Clar. If two such murtherers as your selues came to you,
Clar. Would not intreat for life, as you would begge
Clar. Were you in my distresse.