Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gard. Gard.
Gard. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,
Gard. There are that Dare, and I my selfe haue ventur'd
Gard. To speake my minde of him: and indeed this day,
Gard. Sir (I may tell it you) I thinke I haue
Gard. Incenst the Lords o'th'Councell, that he is
Gard. (For so I know he is, they know he is)
Gard. A most Arch‑Heretique, a Pestilence
Gard. That does infect the Land: with which, they moued
Gard. Haue broken with the King, who hath so farre
Gard. Giuen eare to our Complaint, of his great Grace,
Gard. And Princely Care, fore‑seeing those fell Mischiefes,
Gard. Our Reasons layd before him, hath commanded
Gard. To morrow Morning to the Councell Boord
Gard. He be conuented. He's a ranke weed Sir Thomas,
Gard. And we must root him out. From your Affaires
Gard. I hinder you too long: Good night, Sir Thomas.
Gard. Exit Gardiner and Page.
Lou. Lou.
Lou. Many good nights, my Lord, I rest your seruant.