Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Salisb. Your louing Vnckle, twentie times his worth,
Salisb. They say is shamefully bereft of life.
Salisb. Commons within.
Salisb. An answer from the King, my Lord
Salisb. of Salisbury.
Suff. Suff.
Suff. 'Tis like the Commons, rude vnpolisht Hindes,
Suff. Could send such Message to their Soueraigne:
Suff. But you, my Lord, were glad to be imploy'd,
Suff. To shew how queint an Orator you are.
Suff. But all the Honor Salisbury hath wonne,
Suff. Is, that he was the Lord Embassador,
Suff. Sent from a sort of Tinkers to the King.
Suff. Within.
Suff. An answer from the King, or wee will all
Suff. breake in.
King. King.
King. Goe Salisbury, and tell them all from me,
King. I thanke them for their tender louing care;
King. And had I not beene cited so by them,