Lord. Beseech your Highnesse call the Queene againe

Antig. Be certaine what you do (Sir) least your Iustice

Proue violence, in the which three great ones suffer,

Your Selfe, your Queene, your Sonne

Lord. For her (my Lord)

I dare my life lay downe, and will do't (Sir)

Please you t' accept it, that the Queene is spotlesse

I'th' eyes of Heauen, and to you (I meane

In this, which you accuse her.)

Antig. If it proue

Shee's otherwise, Ile keepe my Stables where

I lodge my Wife, Ile goe in couples with her:

Then when I feele, and see her, no farther trust her:

For euery ynch of Woman in the World,

I, euery dram of Womans flesh is false,

If she be

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