Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gard. One that in all obedience, makes the Church
Gard. The cheefe ayme of his Honour, and to strengthen
Gard. That holy duty out of deare respect,
Gard. His Royall selfe in Iudgement comes to heare
Gard. The cause betwixt her, and this great offender.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. You were euer good at sodaine Commendations,
Kin. Bishop of Winchester. But know I come not
Kin. To heare such flattery now, and in my presence
Kin. They are too thin, and base to hide offences,
Kin. To me you cannot reach. You play the Spaniell,
Kin. And thinke with wagging of your tongue to win me:
Kin. But whatsoere thou tak'st me for; I'm sure
Kin. Thou hast a cruell Nature and a bloody.
Kin. Good man sit downe: Now let me see the proudest
Kin. Hee, that dares most, but wag his finger at thee.
Kin. By all that's holy, he had better starue,
Kin. Then but once thinke his place becomes thee not.
Sur. Sur.
Sur. May it please your Grace;—