Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. The Life of King Henry the Eight.
King. His Contemplation were aboue the earth,
King. And fixt on Spirituall obiect, he should still
King. Dwell in his Musings, but I am affraid
King. His Thinkings are below the Moone, not worth
King. His serious considering.
King. King takes his Seat, whispers Louell, who goes
King. to the Cardinall.
Car. Car.
Car. Heauen forgiue me,
Car. Euer God blesse your Highnesse.
King. King.
King. Good my Lord,
King. You are full of Heauenly stuffe, and beare the Inuentory
King. Of your best Graces, in your minde; the which
King. You were now running o're: you haue scarse time
King. To steale from Spirituall leysure, a briefe span
King. To keepe your earthly Audit, sure in that
King. I deeme you an ill Husband, and am gald
King. To haue you therein my Companion.