Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Buck For further life in this world I ne're hope,
Buck Nor will I sue, although the King haue mercies
Buck More then I dare make faults.
Buck You few that lou'd me,
Buck And dare be bold to weepe for Buckingham,
Buck His Noble Friends and Fellowes; whom to leaue
Buck Is only bitter to him, only dying:
Buck Goe with me like good Angels to my end,
Buck And as the long diuorce of Steele fals on me,
Buck Make of your Prayers one sweet Sacrifice,
Buck And lift my Soule to Heauen.
Buck Lead on a Gods name.
Louell. Louell.
Louell. I doe beseech your Grace, for charity
Louell. If euer any malice in your heart
Louell. Were hid against me, now to forgiue me frankly.
Buck. Buck.
Buck. Sir Thomas Louell, I as free forgiue you
Buck. As I would be forgiuen: I forgiue all.
Buck. There cannot be those numberlesse offences