Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Card. Card.
Card. And so my Lord Protector, by this meanes
Card. Your Lady is forth‑comming, yet at London.
Card. This Newes I thinke hath turn'd your Weapons edge;
Card. 'Tis like, my Lord, you will not keepe your houre.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. Ambitious Church‑man, leaue to affict my heart:
Glost. Sorrow and griefe haue vanquisht all my powers;
Glost. And vanquisht as I am, I yeeld to thee,
Glost. Or to the meanest Groome.
King. King.
King. O God, what mischiefes work the wicked ones?
King. Heaping confusion on their owne heads thereby.
Queene. Queene.
Queene. Gloster, see here the Taincture of thy Nest,
Queene. And looke thy selfe be faultlesse, thou wert best.
Glost. Madame, for my selfe, to Heauen I doe appeale,
Glost. How I haue lou'd my King, and Common‑weale:
Glost. And for my Wife, I know not how it stands,