Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kin. Into my priuate Meditations?
Kin. Who am I? Ha?
Norff. Norff.
Norff. A gracious King, that pardons all offences
Norff. Malice ne're meant: Our breach of Duty this way,
Norff. Is businesse of Estate; in which, we come
Norff. To know your Royall pleasure.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Ye are too bold:
Kin. Go too; Ile make ye know your times of businesse:
Kin. Is this an howre for temporall affaires? Ha?
Kin. Enter Wolsey and Campeius with a Commission.
Kin. Who's there? my good Lord Cardinall? O my Wolsey,
Kin. The quiet of my wounded Conscience;
Kin. Thou art a cure fit for a King; you'r welcome
Kin. Most learned Reuerend Sir, into our Kingdome,
Kin. Vse vs, and it: My good Lord, haue great care,
Kin. I be not found a Talker.
Wol. Wol.
Wol. Sir, you cannot;