Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Queene. That he should come about your Royall Person,
Queene. Or be admitted to your Highnesse Councell.
Queene. By flatterie hath he wonne the Commons hearts:
Queene. And when he please to make Commotion,
Queene. 'Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him.
Queene. Now 'tis theSpring, and Weeds are shallow‑rooted,
Queene. Suffer them now, and they'le o're‑grow the Garden,
Queene. And choake the Herbes for want of Husbandry.
Queene. The reuerent care I beare vnto my Lord,
Queene. Made me collect these dangers in the Duke.
Queene. If it be fond, call it a Womans feare:
Queene. Which feare, if better Reasons can supplant,
Queene. I will subscribe, and say I wrong'd the Duke.
Queene. My Lord of Suffolke, Buckingham, and Yorke,
Queene. Reproue my allegation, if you can,
Queene. Or else conclude my words effectuall.
Suff. Suff.
Suff. Well hath your Highnesse seene into this Duke:
Suff. And had I first beene put to speake my minde,
Suff. I thinke I should haue told your Graces Tale.