Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cran. Cran.
Cran. For me?
Cran. Must I goe like a Traytor thither?
Gard. Gard.
Gard. Receiue him,
Gard. And see him safe i'th'Tower.
Cran. Stay good my Lords,
Cran. I haue a little yet to say. Looke there my Lords,
Cran. By vertue of that Ring, I take my cause
Cran. Out of the gripes of cruell men, and giue it
Cran. To a most Noble Iudge, the King my Maister.
Cham. Cham.
Cham. This is the Kings Ring.
Sur. Sur.
Sur. 'Tis no counterfeit.
Suff. Suff.
Suff. 'Ts the right Ring, by Heau'n: I told ye all,
Suff. When we first put this dangerous stone a rowling,
Suff. 'Twold fall vpon our selues.