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Pau.
I dare be sworne:
These dangerous, vnsafe Lunes i’th’King, beshrew them:
He must be told on’t, and he shall: the office
Becomes a woman best. Ile take’t vpon me,
If I proue hony‑mouth’d, let my tongue blister.
And neuer to my red‑look’d Anger bee
The Trumpet any more: pray you (Emilia)
Commend my best obedience to the Queene,
If she dares trust me with her little babe,
I’le shew’t the King, and vndertake to bee
Her Aduocate to th’lowd’st. We do not know
How he may soften at the sight o’th’Childe:
The silence often of pure innocence
Perswades, when speaking failes.