Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Card. (Out of a Fortitude of Soule, I feele)
Card. To endure more Miseries, and greater farre
Card. Then my Weake‑hearted Enemies, dare offer.
Card. What Newes abroad?
Crom. Crom.
Crom. The heauiest, and the worst,
Crom. Is your displeasure with the King.
Card. Card.
Card. God blesse him.
Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moore is chosen
Crom. Lord Chancellor, in your place.
Card. That's somewhat sodain.
Card. But he's a Learned man. May he continue
Card. Long in his Highnesse fauour, and do Iustice
Card. For Truths‑sake, and his Conscience; that his bones,
Card. When he ha's run his course, and sleepes in Blessings,
Card. May haue a Tombe of Orphants teares wept on him.
Card. What more?