Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Say, we intend to try his Grace to day,
King. If he be guiltie, as 'tis published.
Suff. Suff.
Suff. Ile call him presently, my Noble Lord.
Suff. Exit.
King. King.
King. Lords take your places: and I pray you all
King. Proceed no straiter 'gainst our Vnckle Gloster,
King. Then from true euidence, of good esteeme,
King. He be approu'd in practise culpable.
Queene. Queene.
Queene. God forbid any Malice should preuayle,
Queene. That faultlesse may condemne a Noble man:
Queene. Pray God he may acquit him of suspition.
King. I thanke thee Nell, these wordes content mee
King. much.
King. Enter Suffolke.
King. How now? why look'st thou pale? why tremblest thou?
King. Where is our Vnckle? what's the matter, Suffolke?