Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mow. Shall, to the King, taste of this Action:
Mow. That were our Royall faiths, Martyrs in Loue,
Mow. Wee shall be winnowed with so rough a winde,
Mow. That euen our Corne shall seeme as light as Chaffe,
Mow. And good from bad finde no partition.
Bish. Bish.
Bish. No, no (my Lord) note this: the King is wearie
Bish. Of daintie, and such picking Grieuances:
Bish. For hee hath found, to end one doubt by Death,
Bish. Reuiues two greater in the Heires of Life.
Bish. And therefore will hee wipe his Tables cleane,
Bish. And keepe no Tell‑tale to his Memorie,
Bish. That may repeat, and Historie his losse,
Bish. To new remembrance. For full well hee knowes,
Bish. Hee cannot so precisely weede this Land,
Bish. As his mis‑doubts present occasion:
Bish. His foes are so en‑rooted with his friends,
Bish. That plucking to vnfixe an Enemie,
Bish. Hee doth vnfasten so, and shake a friend.
Bish. So that this Land, like an offensiue wife,