Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Buts. Shall vnderstand it presently.
Buts. Exit Buts
Cran. Cran.
Cran. 'Tis Buts.
Cran. The Kings Physitian, as he past along
Cran. How earnestly he cast his eyes vpon me;
Cran. Pray heauen he sound not my disgrace: for certaine
Cran. This is of purpose laid by some that hate me,
Cran. (God turne their hearts, I neuer sought their malice)
Cran. To quench mine Honor; they would shame to make me
Cran. Wait else at doore: a fellow Councellor
Cran. 'Mong Boyes, Groomes, and Lackeyes.
Cran. But their pleasures
Cran. Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
Cran. Enter the King, and Buts, at a Windowe
Cran. aboue.
Buts. Buts.
Buts. Ile shew your Grace the strangest sight.
King. King.
King. What's that Buts?