Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Norf. Norf.
Norf. We had need pray,
Norf. And heartily, for our deliuerance;
Norf. Or this imperious man will worke vs all
Norf. From Princes into Pages: all mens honours
Norf. Lie like one lumpe before him, to be fashion'd
Norf. Into what pitch he please.
Suff. Suff.
Suff. For me, my Lords,
Suff. I loue him not, nor feare him, there's my Creede:
Suff. As I am made without him, so Ile stand,
Suff. If the King please: his Curses and his blessings
Suff. Touch me alike: th'are breath I not beleeue in.
Suff. I knew him, and I know him: so I leaue him
Suff. To him that made him proud; the Pope.
Norf. Let's in;
Norf. And with some other busines, put the King
Norf. From these sad thoughts, that work too much vpon him:
Norf. My Lord, youle beare vs company?