Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Car. I am falne indeed.
Crom. Crom.
Crom. How does your Grace.
Card. Card.
Card. Why well:
Card. Neuer so truly happy, my good Cromwell,
Card. I know my selfe now, and I feele within me,
Card. A peace aboue all earthly Dignities,
Card. A still, and quiet Conscience. The King ha's cur'd me,
Card. I humbly thanke his Grace: and from these shoulders
Card. These ruin'd Pillers, out of pitty, taken
Card. A loade, would sinke a Nauy, (too much Honor.)
Card. O 'tis a burden Cromwel, 'tis a burden
Card. Too heauy for a man, that hopes for Heauen.
Crom. I am glad your Grace,
Crom. Ha's made that right vse of it.
Card. I hope I haue:
Card. I am able now (me thinkes)