Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cran. God, and your Maiesty
Cran. Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
Cran. The trap is laid for me.
King. King.
King. Be of good cheere,
King. They shall no more preuaile, then we giue way too:
King. Keepe comfort to you, and this Morning see
King. You do appeare before them. If they shall chance
King. In charging you with matters, to commit you:
King. The best perswasions to the contrary
King. Faile not to vse, and with what vehemencie
King. Th'occasion shall instruct you. If intreaties
King. Will render you no remedy, this Ring
King. Deliuer them, and your Appeale to vs
King. There make before them. Looke, the goodman weeps:
King. He's honest on mine Honor. Gods blest Mother,
King. I sweare he is true‑hearted, and a soule
King. None better in my Kingdome. Get you gone,
King. And do as I haue bid you.
King. Exit Cranmer.