Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lou. Enter King and Suffolke.
King. King.
King. Charles, I will play no more to night,
King. My mindes not on't, you are too hard for me.
Suff. Suff.
Suff. Sir, I did neuer win of you before.
King. But little Charles,
King. Nor shall not when my Fancies on my play.
King. Now Louel, from the Queene what is the Newes.
Lou. Lou.
Lou. I could not personally deliuer to her
Lou. What you commanded me, but by her woman,
Lou. I sent your Message, who return'd her thankes
Lou. In the great'st humblenesse, and desir'd your Highnesse
Lou. Most heartily to pray for her.
King. What say'st thou? Ha?
King. To pray for her? What, is she crying out?