Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Buck. But on his Knees, at Meditation:
Buck. Not dallying with a Brace of Curtizans,
Buck. But meditating with two deepe Diuines:
Buck. Not sleeping, to engrosse his idle Body,
Buck. But praying, to enrich his watchfull Soule.
Buck. Happie were England, would this vertuous Prince
Buck. Take on his Grace the Soueraigntie thereof.
Buck. But sure I feare we shall not winne him to it.
Maior. Maior.
Maior. Marry God defend his Grace should say vs
Maior. nay.
Buck. Buck.
Buck. I feare he will: here Catesby comes againe.
Buck. Enter Catesby.
Buck. Now Catesby, what sayes his Grace?
Catesby. Catesby.
Catesby. He wonders to what end you haue assembled
Catesby. Such troopes of Citizens, to come to him,
Catesby. His Grace not being warn'd thereof before:
Catesby. He feares, my Lord, you meane no good to him.