Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Queen. You charge not in your spleene a Noble person,
Queen. And spoyle your nobler Soule; I say, take heed;
Queen. Yes, heartily beseech you.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Let him on: Goe forward.
Sur. Sur.
Sur. On my Soule, Ile speake but truth,
Sur. I told my Lord the Duke, by th'Diuels illusions
Sur. The Monke might be deceiu'd, and that 'twas dangerous
Sur. For this to ruminate on this so farre, vntill
Sur. It forg'd him some designe, which being beleeu'd
Sur. It was much like to doe: He answer'd, Tush,
Sur. It can doe me no damage; adding further,
Sur. That had the King in his last Sicknesse faild,
Sur. The Cardinals and Sir Thomas Louels heads
Sur. Should haue gone off.
Kin. Ha? What, so rancke? Ah, ha,
Kin. There's mischiefe in this man; canst thou say further?