Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Queen. Queen.
Queen. Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my ruine:
Queen. Is this your Christian Councell? Out vpon ye.
Queen. Heauen is aboue all yet; there sits Iudge.
Queen. That no King can corrupt.
Camp. Camp.
Camp. Your rage mistakes vs.
Queen. The more shame for ye; holy men I thought ye,
Queen. Vpon my Soule two reuerend Cardinall Vertues:
Queen. But Cardinall Sins, and hollow hearts I feare ye:
Queen. Mend 'em for shame my Lords: Is this your comfort?
Queen. The Cordiall that ye bring a wretched Lady?
Queen. A woman lost among ye, laugh't at, scornd?
Queen. I will not wish ye halfe my miseries,
Queen. I
Queen. The Life of King Henry the Eight.
Queen. I haue more Charity. But say I warn'd ye;
Queen. Take heed, for heauens sake take heed, least at once
Queen. The burthen of my sorrowes, fall vpon ye.