Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sur. That might haue mercie on the fault, thou gau'st him:
Sur. Whil'st your great Goodnesse, out of holy pitty,
Sur. Absolu'd him with an Axe.
Wol. Wol.
Wol. This, and all else
Wol. This talking Lord can lay vpon my credit,
Wol. I answer, is most false. The Duke by Law
Wol. Found his deserts. How innocent I was
Wol. From any priuate malice in his end,
Wol. His Noble Iurie, and foule Cause can witnesse.
Wol. If I lou'd many words, Lord, I should tell you,
Wol. You haue as little Honestie, as Honor,
Wol. That in the way of Loyaltie, and Truth,
Wol. Toward the King, my euer Roiall Master,
Wol. Dare mate a sounder man then Surrie can be,
Wol. And all that loue his follies.
Sur. Sur.
Sur. By my Soule,
Sur. Your long Coat (Priest) protects you,
Sur. Thou should'st feele