Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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B. Ely. Neighbour'd by Fruit of baser qualitie:
B. Ely. And so the Prince obscur'd his Contemplation
B. Ely. Vnder the Veyle of Wildnesse, which (no doubt)
B. Ely. Grew like the Summer Grasse, fastest by Night,
B. Ely. Vnseene, yet cressiue in his facultie.
B. Cant. B. Cant.
B. Cant. It must be so; for Miracles are ceast:
B. Cant. And therefore we must needes admit the meanes,
B. Cant. How things are perfected.
B. Ely. B. Ely.
B. Ely. But my good Lord:
B. Ely. How now for mittigation of this Bill,
B. Ely. Vrg'd by the Commons? doth his Maiestie
B. Ely. Incline to it, or no?
B. Cant. He seemes indifferent:
B. Cant. Or rather swaying more vpon our part,
B. Cant. Then cherishing th'exhibiters against vs:
B. Cant. For I haue made an offer to his Maiestie,
B. Cant. Vpon our Spirituall Conuocation,