Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. King.
King. Gloster, 'tis true that we are in great danger,
King. The greater therefore should our Courage be.
King. God morrow Brother Bedford: God Almightie,
King. There is some soule of goodnesse in things euill,
King. Would men obseruingly distill it out.
King. For our bad Neighbour makes vs early stirrers,
King. Which is both healthfull, and good husbandry.
King. Besides, they are our outward Consciences,
King. And Preachers to vs all; admonishing,
King. That we should dresse vs fairely for our end.
King. Thus may we gather Honey from the Weed,
King. And make a Morall of the Diuell himselfe.
King. Enter Erpingham.
King. Good morrow old Sir Thomas Erpingham:
King. A good soft Pillow for that good white Head,
King. Were better then a churlish turfe of France.
Erping. Erping.
Erping. Not so my Liege, this Lodging likes me better,
Erping. Since I may say, now lye I like a King.