Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Buck Is only bitter to him, only dying:
Buck Goe with me like good Angels to my end,
Buck And as the long diuorce of Steele fals on me,
Buck Make of your Prayers one sweet Sacrifice,
Buck And lift my Soule to Heauen.
Buck Lead on a Gods name.
Louell. Louell.
Louell. I doe beseech your Grace, for charity
Louell. If euer any malice in your heart
Louell. Were hid against me, now to forgiue me frankly.
Buck. Buck.
Buck. Sir Thomas Louell, I as free forgiue you
Buck. As I would be forgiuen: I forgiue all.
Buck. There cannot be those numberlesse offences
Buck. Gainst me, that I cannot take peace with:
Buck. No blacke Enuy shall make my Graue.
Buck. Commend mee to his Grace:
Buck. And if he speake of Buckingham; pray tell him,
Buck. You met him halfe in Heauen: my vowes and prayers
Buck. Yet are the Kings; and till my Soule forsake,