Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fri. Ladie, what man is he you are accus'd of?
Hero. Hero.
Hero. They know that do accuse me, I know none:
Hero. If I know more of any man aliue
Hero. Then that which maiden modestie doth warrant,
Hero. Let all my sinnes lacke mercy. O my Father,
Hero. Proue you that any man with me conuerst,
Hero. At houres vnmeete, or that I yesternight
Hero. Maintain'd the change of words with any creature,
Hero. Refuse me, hate me, torture me to death.
Fri. Fri.
Fri. There is some strange misprision in the Princes.
Ben. Ben.
Ben. Two of them haue the verie bent of honor,
Ben. And if their wisedomes be misled in this:
Ben. The practise of it liues in Iohn the bastard,
Ben. Whose spirits toile in frame of villanies.
Leo. Leo.
Leo. I know not: if they speake but truth of her,
Leo. These hands shall teare her: If they wrong her honour,