Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sergeant. Of our most Soueraigne King.
Buck. Buck.
Buck. Lo you my Lord,
Buck. The net has falne vpon me, I shall perish
Buck. Vnder deuice, and practise:
Bran. Bran.
Bran. I am sorry,
Bran. To see you tane from liberty, to looke on
Bran. The busines present. Tis his Highnes pleasure
Bran. You shall to th'Tower.
Buck. It will helpe me nothing
Buck. To plead mine Innocence; for that dye is on me
Buck. Which makes my whit'st part, black. The will of Heau'n
Buck. Be done in this and all things: I obey.
Buck. O my Lord Aburgany: Fare you well.
Bran. Nay, he must beare you company. The King
Bran. Is pleas'd you shall to th'Tower, till you know
Bran. How he determines further.