Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lieu. Is crept into the Pallace of our King,
Lieu. And all by thee: away, conuey him hence.
Suf. Suf.
Suf. O that I were a God, to shoot forth Thunder
Suf. Vpon these paltry, seruile, abiect Drudges:
Suf. Small things make base men proud. This Villaine heere,
Suf. Being Captaine of a Pinnace, threatens more
Suf. Then Bargulus the strong Illyrian Pyrate.
Suf. Drones sucke not Eagles blood, but rob Bee‑hiues:
Suf. It is impossible that I should dye
Suf. By
Suf. The second Part of Henry the Sixt.
Suf. By such a lowly Vassall as thy selfe.
Suf. Thy words moue Rage, and not remorse in me:
Suf. I go of Message from the Queene to France:
Suf. I charge thee waft me safely crosse the Channell.
Lieu. Lieu.
Lieu. Water: W. Come Suffolke, I must waft thee
Lieu. to thy death.