Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Suf. Maybe he heares the King
Suf. Does whet his Anger to him.
Sur. Sur.
Sur. Sharpe enough,
Sur. Lord for thy Iustice.
Car. Car.
Car. The late Queenes Gentlewoman?
Car. A Knights Daughter
Car. To be her Mistris Mistris? The Queenes, Queene?
Car. This Candle burnes not cleere, 'tis I must snuffe it,
Car. Then out it goes. What though I know her vertuous
Car. And well deseruing? yet I know her for
Car. A spleeny Lutheran, and not wholsome to
Car. Our cause, that she should lye i'th'bosome of
Car. Our hard rul'd King. Againe, there is sprung vp
Car. An Heretique, an Arch‑one; Cranmer, one
Car. Hath crawl'd into the fauour of the King,
Car. And is his Oracle.
Nor. Nor.
Nor. He is vex'd at something.