Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gard. Gard.
Gard. Good M. Master Secretary,
Gard. I cry your Honour mercie; you may worst
Gard. Of all this Table say so.
Crom. Crom.
Crom. Why my Lord?
Gard. Doe not I know you for a Fauourer
Gard. Of this new Sect? ye are not sound.
Crom. Not sound?
Gard. Not sound I say.
Crom. Would you were halfe so honest:
Crom. Mens prayers then would seeke you, not their feares.
Gard. I shall remember this bold Language.
Crom. Doe.