Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sur. Produce the grand summe of his sinnes, the Articles
Sur. Collected from his life. Ile startle you
Sur. Worse then the Sacring Bell, when the browne Wench
Sur. Lay kissing in your Armes, Lord Cardinall.
Car. Car.
Car. How much me thinkes, I could despise this man,
Car. But that I am bound in Charitie against it.
Nor. Nor.
Nor. Those Articles, my Lord, are in the Kings hand:
Nor. But thus much, they are foule ones.
Wol. Wol.
Wol. So much fairer
Wol. And spotlesse, shall mine Innocence arise,
Wol. When the King knowes my Truth.
Sur. Sur.
Sur. This cannot saue you:
Sur. I thanke my Memorie, I yet remember
Sur. Some of these Articles, and out they shall.
Sur. Now, if you can blush, and crie guiltie Cardinall,
Sur. You'l shew a little Honestie.