Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Car. Made me put this maine Secret in the Packet
Car. I sent the King? Is there no way to cure this?
Car. No new deuice to beate this from his Braines?
Car. I know't will stirre him strongly; yet I know
Car. A way, if it take right, in spight of Fortune
Car. Will bring me off againe. What's this? To th'Pope?
Car. The Letter (as I liue) with all the Businesse
Car. I writ too's Holinesse. Nay then, farewell:
Car. I haue touch'd the highest point of all my Greatnesse,
Car. And from that full Meridian of my Glory,
Car. I haste now to my Setting. I shall fall
Car. Like a bright exhalation in the Euening,
Car. And no man see me more.
Car. Enter to Woolsey, the Dukes of Norfolke and Suffolke, the
Car. Earle of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlaine.
Nor. Nor.
Nor. Heare the Kings pleasure Cardinall,
Nor. Who commands you
Nor. To render vp rhe Great Seale presently
Nor. Into our hands, and to Confine your selfe