Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. Though 'tis a saying (Sir) not due to me.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. You will not owne it.
Her. Her.
Her. More then Mistresse of,
Her. Which comes to me in name of Fault, I must not
Her. At all acknowledge. For Polixenes
Her. (With whom I am accus’d) I doe confesse
Her. I lou’d him, as in Honor he requir’d:
Her. With such a kind of Loue, as might become
Her. A Lady like me; with a Loue, euen such,
Her. So, and no other, as your selfe commanded:
Her. Which, not to haue done, I thinke had been in me
Her. Both Disobedience, and Ingratitude
Her. To you, and toward your Friend, whose Loue had spoke,
Her. Euen since it could speake, from an Infant, freely,
Her. That it was yours. Now for Conspiracie,
Her. I know not how it tastes, though it be dish’d
Her. For me to try how: All I know of it,
Her. Is, that Camillo was an honest man;