Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gard. He be conuented. He's a ranke weed Sir Thomas,
Gard. And we must root him out. From your Affaires
Gard. I hinder you too long: Good night, Sir Thomas.
Gard. Exit Gardiner and Page.
Lou. Lou.
Lou. Many good nights, my Lord, I rest your seruant.
Lou. Enter King and Suffolke.
King. King.
King. Charles, I will play no more to night,
King. My mindes not on't, you are too hard for me.
Suff. Suff.
Suff. Sir, I did neuer win of you before.
King. But little Charles,
King. Nor shall not when my Fancies on my play.
King. Now Louel, from the Queene what is the Newes.
Lou. I could not personally deliuer to her
Lou. What you commanded me, but by her woman,
Lou. I sent your Message, who return'd her thankes