Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Belonging to his Honour; and this man,
King. Hath for a few light Crownes, lightly conspir'd
King. And sworne vnto the practises of France.
King. To kill vs heere in Hampton. To the which,
King. This Knight no lesse for bounty bound to Vs
King. Then Cambridge is, hath likewise sworne. But O,
King. What shall I say to thee Lord Scroope, thou cruell,
King. Ingratefull, sauage, and inhumane Creature?
King. Thou that didst beare the key of all my counsailes,
King. That knew'st the very bottome of my soule,
King. That (almost) might'st haue coyn'd me into Golde,
King. Would'ftWould'st thou haue practis'd on me, for thy vse?
King. May it be possible, that forraigne hyer
King. Could out of thee extract one sparke of euill
King. That might annoy my finger? 'Tis so strange,
King. That though the truth of it stands off as grosse
King. As blacke and white, my eye will scarsely see it.
King. Treason, and murther, euer kept together,
King. As two yoake diuels sworne to eythers purpose,
King. Working so grossely in an naturall cause,