Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. 'Tis Nobly spoken:
King. Take notice Lords, he ha's a Loyall brest,
King. For you haue seene him open't. Read o're this,
King. And after this, and then to Breakfast with
King. What appetite you haue.
King. Exit King, frowning vpon the Cardinall, the Nobles
King. throng after him smiling, and whispering.
Car. Car.
Car. What should this meane?
Car. What sodaine Anger's this? How haue I reap'd it?
Car. He parted Frowning from me, as if Ruine
Car. Leap'd from his Eyes. So lookes the chafed Lyon
Car. Vpon the daring Huntsman that has gall'd him:
Car. Then makes him nothing. I must reade this paper:
Car. I feare the Story of his Anger. 'Tis so:
Car. This paper ha's vndone me: 'Tis th'Accompt
Car. Of all that world of Wealth I haue drawne together
Car. For mine owne ends, (Indeed to gaine the Popedome,
Car. And fee my Friends in Rome.) O Negligence!
Car. Fit for a Foole to fall by: What crosse Diuell