Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sur. Of Noble Buckingham, my Father‑in‑Law,
Sur. The heads of all thy Brother‑Cardinals,
Sur. (With thee, and all thy best parts bound together)
Sur. Weigh'd not a haire of his. Plague of your policie,
Sur. You sent me Deputie for Ireland,
Sur. Farre from his succour; from the King, from all
Sur. That might haue mercie on the fault, thou gau'st him:
Sur. Whil'st your great Goodnesse, out of holy pitty,
Sur. Absolu'd him with an Axe.
Wol. Wol.
Wol. This, and all else
Wol. This talking Lord can lay vpon my credit,
Wol. I answer, is most false. The Duke by Law
Wol. Found his deserts. How innocent I was
Wol. From any priuate malice in his end,
Wol. His Noble Iurie, and foule Cause can witnesse.
Wol. If I lou'd many words, Lord, I should tell you,
Wol. You haue as little Honestie, as Honor,
Wol. That in the way of Loyaltie, and Truth,
Wol. Toward the King, my euer Roiall Master,