Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Queen. Or be a knowne friend 'gainst his Highnes pleasure,
Queen. (Though he be growne so desperate to be honest)
Queen. And liue a Subiect? Nay forsooth, my Friends,
Queen. They that must weigh out my affllictions,
Queen. They that my trust must grow to, liue not heere,
Queen. They are (as all my other comforts) far hence
Queen. In mine owne Countrey Lords.
Camp. Camp.
Camp. I would your Grace
Camp. Would leaue your greefes, and take my Counsell.
Queen. Queen.
Queen. How Sir?
Camp. Put your maine cause into the Kings protection,
Camp. Hee's louing and most gracious. 'Twill be much,
Camp. Both for your Honour better, and your Cause:
Camp. For if the tryall of the Law o'retake ye,
Camp. You'l part away disgrac'd.
Wol. Wol.
Wol. He tels you rightly.