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Our purposes God justly hath discover'd; And I repent my fault more than my death; Which I beseech your highness to forgive, Although my body pay the price of it.
So did you me, my liege.
That's mercy, but too much security: Let him be punish'd, sovereign, lest example Breed, by his sufferance, more of such a kind.
So service shall with steeled sinews toil, And labour shall refresh itself with hope, To do your grace incessant services.
No doubt, my liege, if each man do his best.