Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Wol. By a Commission from the Consistorie,
Wol. Yea, the whole Consistorie of Rome. You charge me,
Wol. That I haue blowne this Coale: I do deny it,
Wol. The King is present: If it be knowne to him,
Wol. That I gainsay my Deed, how may he wound,
Wol. And worthily my Falsehood, yea, as much
Wol. As you haue done my Truth. If he know
Wol. That I am free of your Report, he knowes
Wol. I am not of your wrong. Therefore in him
Wol. It lies to cure me, and the Cure is to
Wol. Remoue these Thoughts from you. The which before
Wol. His Highnesse shall speake in, I do beseech
Wol. You (gracious Madam) to vnthinke your speaking,
Wol. And to say so no more.
Queen. Queen.
Queen. My Lord, my Lord,
Queen. I am a simple woman, much too weake
Queen. T'oppose your eunning cunning . Y'are meek, & humble‑mouth'd
Queen. You signe your Place, and Calling, in full seeming,
Queen. With Meekeness and Humilitie: but your Heart