Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iohn. Turning the Word, to Sword; and Life to death:
Iohn. That man that sits within a Monarches heart,
Iohn. And ripens in the Sunne‑shine of his fauor,
Iohn. Would hee abuse the Countenance of the King,
Iohn. Alack, what Mischiefes might hee set abroach,
Iohn. In shadow of such Greatnesse? With you, Lord Bishop,
Iohn. It is euen so. Who hath not heard it spoken,
Iohn. How deepe you were within the Bookes of Heauen?
Iohn. To vs, the Speaker in his Parliament;
Iohn. To vs, th'imagine Voyce of Heauen it selfe:
Iohn. The very Opener, and Intelligencer,
Iohn. Betweene the Grace, the Sanctities of Heauen;
Iohn. And our dull workings. O, who shall beleeue,
Iohn. But you mis‑vse the reuerence of your Place,
Iohn. Employ the Countenance, and Grace of Heauen,
Iohn. As a false Fauorite doth his Princes Name,
Iohn. In deedes dis‑honorable? You haue taken vp,
Iohn. Vnder
Iohn. The second Part of King Henry the Fourth.
Iohn. Vnder the counterfeited Zeale of Heauen,