Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Queen. Queen.
Queen. Pray their Graces
Queen. To come neere: what can be their busines
Queen. With me, a poore weake woman, falne from fauour?
Queen. I doe not like their comming; now I thinke on't,
Queen. They should bee good men, their affaires as righteous:
Queen. But all Hoods, make not Monkes.
Queen. Enter the two Cardinalls, Wolsey & Campian.
Wols. Wols.
Wols. Peace to your Highnesse.
Queen. Your Graces find me heere part of a Houswife,
Queen. (I would be all) against the worst may happen:
Queen. What are your pleasures with me, reuerent Lords?
Wol. Wol.
Wol. May it please you Noble Madam, to withdraw
Wol. Into your priuate Chamber; we shall giue you
Wol. The full cause of our comming.
Queen. Speake it heere.