Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Keep. Cranmer approches the Councell Table.
Chan. Chan.
Chan. My good Lord Archbishop, I'm very sorry
Chan. To sit heere at this present, and behold
Chan. That Chayre stand empty: But we all are men
Chan. In our owne natures fraile, and capable
Chan. Of our flesh, few are Angels; out of which frailty
Chan. And want of wisedome, you that best should teach vs,
Chan. Haue misdemean'd your selfe, and not a little:
Chan. Toward the King first, then his Lawes, in filling
Chan. The whole Realme, by your teaching & your Chaplaines
Chan. (For so we are inform'd) with new opinions,
Chan. Diuers and dangerous; which are Heresies;
Chan. And not reform'd, may proue pernicious.
Gard. Gard.
Gard. Which Reformation must be sodaine too
Gard. My Noble Lords; for those that tame wild Horses,
Gard. Pace 'em not in their hands to make 'em gentle;
Gard. But stop their mouthes with stubborn Bits & spurre 'em,
Gard. Till they obey the mannage. If we suffer