Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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
Her. Cry fie vpon my Graue.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. I ne’re heard yet,
Leo. That any of these bolder Vices wanted
Leo. Lesse Impudence to gaine‑say what they did,
Leo. Then to performe it first.
Her. Her.
Her. That’s true enough,