Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ely. Ely.
Ely. Mary and will, my Lord, with all my heart.
Ely. Exit Bishop.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Cousin of Buckingham, a word with you.
Rich. Catesby hath sounded Hastings in our businesse,
Rich. And findes the testie Gentleman so hot,
Rich. That he will lose his Head, ere giue consent
Rich. His Masters Child, as worshipfully he tearmes it,
Rich. Shall lose the Royaltie of Englands Throne.
Buck. Buck.
Buck. Withdraw your selfe a while, Ile goe with you.
Buck. Exeunt.
Darb. Darb.
Darb. We haue not yet set downe this day of Triumph:
Darb. To morrow, in my iudgement, is too sudden,
Darb. For I my selfe am not so well prouided,
Darb. As else I would be, were the day prolong'd.
Darb. Enter the Bishop of Ely.