Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Suff. Nay, my Lord,
Suff. That cannot be; you are a Counsellor,
Suff. And by that vertue no man dare accuse you.
Gard. Gard.
Gard. My Lord, because we haue busines of more mo (ment,
Gard. We will be short with you. 'Tis his Highnesse pleasure
Gard. And our consent, for better tryall of you,
Gard. From hence you be committed to the Tower,
Gard. Where being but a priuate man againe,
Gard. You shall know many dare accuse you boldly,
Gard. More then (I feare) you are prouided for.
Cran. Cran.
Cran. Ah my good Lord of Winchester: I thanke you,
Cran. You are alwayes my good Friend, if your will passe,
Cran. I shall both finde your Lordship, Iudge and Iuror,
Cran. You are so mercifull. I see your end,
Cran. 'Tis my vndoing. Loue and meekenesse, Lord
Cran. Become a Churchman, better then Ambition:
Cran. Win straying Soules with modesty againe,
Cran. Cast none away: That I shall cleere my selfe,