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# TO THE RIGHT HONORABLE
Henrie V. Vriothefley, Earle of Southampton, and Baron of Titchfield.
Ight Honourable, I know not how I shall offend in dedicating my unpolished lines to your Lordship, nor how the world will censure me for choosing so strong a proppe to support so weake a burthen, oneiye if your Honour seeme but pleased, I account my selfe highly praised, and wowe to take adumstage of all idle houre, till I haue honoured you with some grauer labour. But if the first heire of my inuention proue deformed, I shall be sorie it had so noble a god-father: and neuer after eare so barren a land, for feare it yeeld me still so bad a haruest, I leaue it to your Honourable survey, and your Honor to your hearts content, which I wish may alwaies answvere your owne wwish, and the world hopefull expectation.
Your Honors in all durie,
William Shakespeare.
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