Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke. As firmely as I hope for fertile England.
Yorke. Thus are my Blossomes blasted in the Bud,
Yorke. And Caterpillers eate my Leaues away:
Yorke. But I will remedie this geare ere long,
Yorke. Or sell my Title for a glorious Graue.
Yorke. Enter Gloucester.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. All happinesse vnto my Lord the King:
Glost. Pardon, my Liege, that I haue stay'd so long.
Suff. Suff.
Suff. Nay Gloster, know that thou art come too soone,
Suff. Vnlesse thou wert more loyall then thou art:
Suff. I doe arrest thee of High Treason here.
Glost. Well Suffolke, thou shalt not see me blush,
Glost. Nor change my Countenance for this Arrest:
Glost. A Heart vnspotted, is not easily daunted.
Glost. The purest Spring is not so free from mudde,
Glost. As I am cleare from Treason to my Soueraigne.
Glost. Who can accuse me? wherein am I guiltie?