Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Norf. Norf.
Norf. Doe you thinke my Lords
Norf. The King will suffer but the little finger
Norf. Of this man to be vex'd?
Cham. Cham.
Cham. Tis now too certaine;
Cham. How much more is his Life in value with him?
Cham. Would I were fairely out on't.
Crom. Crom.
Crom. My mind gaue me,
Crom. In seeking tales and Informations
Crom. Against this man, whose honesty the Diuell
Crom. And his Disciples onely enuy at,
Crom. Ye blew the fire that burnes ye: now haue at ye.
Crom. Enter King frowning on them, takes his Seate.
Gard. Gard.
Gard. Dread Soueraigne,
Gard. How much are we bound to Heauen,
Gard. In dayly thankes; that gaue vs such a Prince;
Gard. Not onely good and wise, but most religious: