Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glost. Glost.
Glost. My Lord, 'tis but a base ignoble minde,
Glost. That mounts no higher then a Bird can sore.
Glost. Card. I
Glost. The second Part of Henry the Sixt.
Card. Card.
Card. I thought as much, hee would be aboue the
Card. Cloud.
Glost. I my Lord Cardinall, how thinke you by that?
Glost. Were it not good your Grace could flye to Heauen?
King. King.
King. The Treasurie of euerlasting Ioy.
Card. Thy Heauen is on Earth, thine Eyes & Thoughts
Card. Beat on a Crowne, the Treasure of thy Heart,
Card. Pernitious Protector, dangerous Peere,
Card. That Smooth'st it so with King and Common‑weale.
Glost. What, Cardinall?