Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Queen. But all Hoods, make not Monkes.
Queen. Enter the two Cardinalls, Wolsey & Campian.
Wols. Wols.
Wols. Peace to your Highnesse.
Queen. Queen.
Queen. Your Graces find me heere part of a Houswife,
Queen. (I would be all) against the worst may happen:
Queen. What are your pleasures with me, reuerent Lords?
Wol. Wol.
Wol. May it please you Noble Madam, to withdraw
Wol. Into your priuate Chamber; we shall giue you
Wol. The full cause of our comming.
Queen. Speake it heere.
Queen. There's nothing I haue done yet o' my Conscience
Queen. Deserues a Corner: would all other Women
Queen. Could speake this with as free a Soule as I doe.
Queen. My Lords, I care not (so much I am happy
Queen. Aboue a number) if my actions
Queen. Were tri'de by eu'ry tongue, eu'ry eye saw 'em,