Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Nor. To Asher‑house, my Lord of Winchesters,
Nor. Till you heare further from his Highnesse.
Car. Car.
Car. Stay:
Car. Where's your Commission? Lords, words cannot carrie
Car. Authority so weighty.
Suf. Suf.
Suf. Who dare crosse 'em,
Suf. Bearing the Kings will from his mouth expressely?
Car. Till I finde more then will, or words to do it,
Car. (I meane your malice) know, Officious Lords,
Car. I dare, and must deny it. Now I feele
Car. Of what course Mettle ye are molded, Enuy,
Car. How eagerly ye follow my Disgraces
Car. As
Car. The Life of King Henry the Eight.
Car. As if it fed ye, and how sleeke and wanton
Car. Ye appeare in euery thing may bring my ruine?
Car. Follow your enuious courses, men of Malice;