Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glost. Is your Priest‑hood growne peremptorie?
Glost. Tantæne animis Cœlestibus iræ, Church‑men so hot?
Glost. Good Vnckle hide such mallice:
Glost. With such Holynesse can you doe it?
Suff. Suff.
Suff. No mallice Sir, no more then well becomes
Suff. So good a Quarrell, and so bad a Peere.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. As who, my Lord?
Suff. Why, as you, my Lord,
Suff. An't like your Lordly Lords Protectorship.
Glost. Why Suffolke, England knowes thine insolence.
Queene. Queene.
Queene. And thy Ambition, Gloster.
King. King.
King. I prythee peace, good Queene,
King. And whet not on these furious Peeres,
King. For blessed are the Peace‑makers on Earth.