Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Yorke. To suppe with me to morrow Night. Away.
Yorke. Exeunt.
Yorke. [Act 2, Scene 1]
Yorke. Enter the King, Queene, Protector, Cardinall, and
Yorke. Suffolke, with Faulkners hallowing.
Queene. Queene.
Queene. Beleeue me Lords, for flying at the Brooke,
Queene. I saw not better sport these seuen yeeres day:
Queene. Yet by your leaue, the Winde was very high,
Queene. And ten to one, old Ioane had not gone out.
King. King.
King. But what a point, my Lord, your Faulcon made,
King. And what a pytch she flew aboue the rest:
King. To see how God in all his Creatures workes,
King. Yea Man and Birds are fayne of climbing high.
Suff. Suff.
Suff. No maruell, and it like your Maiestie,
Suff. My Lord Protectors Hawkes doe towre so well,
Suff. They know their Master loues to be aloft,
Suff. And beares his thoughts aboue his Faulcons Pitch.