Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. There make before them. Looke, the goodman weeps:
King. He's honest on mine Honor. Gods blest Mother,
King. I sweare he is true‑hearted, and a soule
King. None better in my Kingdome. Get you gone,
King. And do as I haue bid you.
King. Exit Cranmer.
King. He ha's strangled his Language in his teares.
King. Enter Olde Lady.
Gent. Gent.
Gent. within.
Gent. Come backe: what meane you?
Lady. Lady.
Lady. Ile not come backe, the tydings that I bring
Lady. Will make my boldnesse, manners. Now good Angels
Lady. Fly o're thy Royall head, and shade thy person
Lady. Vnder their blessed wings.
King. King.
King. Now by thy lookes
King. I gesse thy Message. Is the Queene deliuer'd?
King. Say I, and of a boy.