Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Queen. Hung their heads, & then lay by.
Queen. In sweet Musicke is such Art,
Queen. Killing care, & griefe of heart,
Queen. Fall asleepe, or hearing dye.
Queen. Enter a Gentleman.
Queen. Queen.
Queen. How now?
Gent. Gent.
Gent. And't please your Grace, the two great Cardinals
Gent. Wait in the presence.
Queen. Would they speake with me?
Gent. They wil'd me say so Madam.
Queen. Pray their Graces
Queen. To come neere: what can be their busines
Queen. With me, a poore weake woman, falne from fauour?
Queen. I doe not like their comming; now I thinke on't,
Queen. They should bee good men, their affaires as righteous: