Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Camp Kept him a forraigne man still, which so greeu'd him,
Camp That he ran mad, and dide.
Wol. Wol.
Wol. Heau'ns peace be with him:
Wol. That's Christian care enough: for liuing Murmurers,
Wol. There's places of rebuke. He was a Foole;
Wol. For he would needs be vertuous. That good Fellow,
Wol. If I command him followes my appointment,
Wol. I will haue none so neere els. Learne this Brother,
Wol. We liue not to be griped by meaner persons.
Kin. Kin.
Kin. Deliuer this with modesty to th'Queene.
Kin. Exit Gardiner.
Kin. The most conuenient place, that I can thinke of
Kin. For such receipt of Learning, is Black‑Fryers:
Kin. There ye shall meete about this waighty busines.
Kin. My Wolsey, see it furnish'd, O my Lord,
Kin. Would it not grieue an able man to leaue
Kin. So sweet a Bedfellow? But Conscience, Conscience;
Kin. O 'tis a tender place, and I must leaue her.