Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lady. Enter Cranmer, Archbyshop of Canterbury.
Cran. Cran.
Cran. I hope I am not too late, and yet the Gentleman
Cran. That was lent to me from the Councell, pray'd me
Cran. To make great hast. All fast? What meanes this? Hoa?
Cran. Who waites there? Sure you know me?
Cran. Enter Keeper.
Keep. Keep.
Keep. Yes, my Lord:
Keep. But yet I cannot helpe you.
Cran. Why?
Keep. Your Grace must waight till you be call'd for.
Keep. Enter Doctor Buts.
Cran. So.
Buts. Buts.
Buts. This is a Peere of Malice: I am glad
Buts. I came this way so happily. The King