Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Camp. Hee's louing and most gracious. 'Twill be much,
Camp. Both for your Honour better, and your Cause:
Camp. For if the tryall of the Law o'retake ye,
Camp. You'l part away disgrac'd.
Wol. Wol.
Wol. He tels you rightly.
Queen. Queen.
Queen. Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my ruine:
Queen. Is this your Christian Councell? Out vpon ye.
Queen. Heauen is aboue all yet; there sits Iudge.
Queen. That no King can corrupt.
Camp. Camp.
Camp. Your rage mistakes vs.
Queen. The more shame for ye; holy men I thought ye,
Queen. Vpon my Soule two reuerend Cardinall Vertues:
Queen. But Cardinall Sins, and hollow hearts I feare ye:
Queen. Mend 'em for shame my Lords: Is this your comfort?
Queen. The Cordiall that ye bring a wretched Lady?
Queen. A woman lost among ye, laugh't at, scornd?