Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Car. Ti'de it by Letters Patents. Now, who'll take it?
Sur. Sur.
Sur. The King that gaue it.
Car. Car.
Car. It must be himselfe then.
Sur. Thou art a proud Traitor, Priest.
Car. Proud Lord, thou lyest:
Car. Within these fortie houres, Surrey durst better
Car. Haue burnt that Tongue, then saide so.
Sur. Thy Ambition
Sur. (Thou Scarlet sinne) robb'd this bewailing Land
Sur. Of Noble Buckingham, my Father‑in‑Law,
Sur. The heads of all thy Brother‑Cardinals,
Sur. (With thee, and all thy best parts bound together)
Sur. Weigh'd not a haire of his. Plague of your policie,
Sur. You sent me Deputie for Ireland,
Sur. Farre from his succour; from the King, from all