Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sur. Sur.
Sur. 'Tis no counterfeit.
Suff. Suff.
Suff. 'Ts the right Ring, by Heau'n: I told ye all,
Suff. When we first put this dangerous stone a rowling,
Suff. 'Twold fall vpon our selues.
Norf. Norf.
Norf. Doe you thinke my Lords
Norf. The King will suffer but the little finger
Norf. Of this man to be vex'd?
Cham. Cham.
Cham. Tis now too certaine;
Cham. How much more is his Life in value with him?
Cham. Would I were fairely out on't.
Crom. Crom.
Crom. My mind gaue me,
Crom. In seeking tales and Informations
Crom. Against this man, whose honesty the Diuell
Crom. And his Disciples onely enuy at,
Crom. Ye blew the fire that burnes ye: now haue at ye.