Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Suff. True: made the Lame to leape and flye away.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. But you haue done more Miracles then I:
Glost. You made in a day, my Lord, whole Townes to flye.
Glost. Enter Buckingham.
King. King.
King. What Tidings with our Cousin Buckingham?
Buck. Buck.
Buck. Such as my heart doth tremble to vnfold:
Buck. A sort of naughtie persons, lewdly bent,
Buck. Vnder the Countenance and Confederacie
Buck. Of Lady Elianor, the Protectors Wife,
Buck. The Ring‑leader and Head of all this Rout,
Buck. Haue practis'd dangerously against your state,
Buck. Dealing with Witches and with Coniurers,
Buck. Whom we haue apprehended in the Fact,
Buck. Raysing vp wicked Spirits from vnder ground,
Buck. Demanding of King Henries Life and Death,
Buck. And other of your Highnesse Priuie Councell,
Buck. As more at large your Grace shall vnderstand.