Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sur. My Sword i'th'life blood of thee else. My Lords,
Sur. Can ye endure to heare this Arrogance?
Sur. And from this Fellow? If we liue thus tamely,
Sur. To be thus Iaded by a peece of Scarlet,
Sur. Farewell Nobilitie: let his Grace go forward,
Sur. And dare vs with his Cap, like Larkes.
Card. Card.
Card. All Goodnesse
Card. Is poyson to thy stomacke.
Sur. Sur.
Sur. Yes, that goodnesse
Sur. Of gleaning all the Lands wealth into one,
Sur. Into your owne hands (Card'nall) by Extortion:
Sur. The goodnesse of your intercepted Packets
Sur. You writ to'th'Pope, against the King: your goodnesse
Sur. Since you prouoke me, shail be most notorious.
Sur. My Lord of Norfolke, as you are truly Noble,
Sur. As you respect the common good, the State
Sur. Of our despis'd Nobilitie, our Issues,
Sur. (Whom if he liue, will scarse be Gentlemen)