Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower?
Rich. From whence this present day he is deliuered?
Rich. We are not safe Clarence, we are not safe.
Cla. Cla.
Cla. By heauen, I thinke there is no man secure
Cla. But the Queenes Kindred, and night‑walking Heralds,
Cla. That trudge betwixt the King, and Mistris Shore.
Cla. Heard you not what an humble Suppliant
Cla. Lord Hastings was, for her deliuery?
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Humbly complaining to her Deitie,
Rich. Got my Lord Chamberlaine to her libertie.
Rich. Ile tell you what, I thinke it is our way,
Rich. If we will keepe in fauour with the King,
Rich. To be her men, and weare her Liuery.
Rich. The iealous ore‑worne Widdow, and her selfe,
Rich. Since that our Brother dub'd them Gentlewomen,
Rich. Are mighty Gossips in our Monarchy.
Bra. Bra.
Bra. I beseech your Graces both to pardon me,