Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke.' Yorke.'
Yorke.' Tis thought, my Lord,
Yorke.' That you tooke Bribes of France,
Yorke.' And being Protector, stay'd the Souldiers pay,
Yorke.' By meanes whereof, his Highnesse hath lost France.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. Is it but thought so?
Glost. What are they that thinke it?
Glost. I neuer rob'd the Souldiers of their pay,
Glost. Nor euer had one penny Bribe from France.
Glost. So helpe me God, as I haue watcht the Night,
Glost. I, Night by Night, in studying good for England.
Glost. That Doyt that ere I wrested from the King,
Glost. Or any Groat I hoorded to my vse,
Glost. Be brought against me at my Tryall day.
Glost. No: many a Pound of mine owne proper store,
Glost. Because I would not taxe the needie Commons,
Glost. Haue I dis‑pursed to the Garrisons,
Glost. And neuer ask'd for restitution.
Card. Card.