Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Wol. Laid any scruple in your way whih might
Wol. Induce you to the question on't: or euer
Wol. Haue to you, but with thankes to God for such
Wol. A Royall Lady, spake one, the least word that might
Wol. Be to the preiudice of her present State,
Wol. Or touch of her good Person?
Kin. Kin.
Kin. My Lord Cardinall,
Kin. I doe excuse you; yea, vpon mine Honour,
Kin. I free you from't: You are not to be taught
Kin. That you haue many enemies, that know not
Kin. Why they are so; but like to Village Curres,
Kin. Barke when their fellowes doe. By some of these
Kin. The Queene is put in anger; y'are excus'd:
Kin. But will you be more iustifi'de? You euer
Kin. Haue wish'd the sleeping of this busines, neuer desir'd
Kin. It to be stir'd; but oft haue hindred, oft
Kin. The passages made toward it; on my Honour,
Kin. I speake my good Lord Cardnall, to this point;
Kin. And thus farre cleare him.