Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Card. My Liege, his rayling is intollerable.
Card. If those that care to keepe your Royall Person
Card. From Treasons secret Knife, and Traytors Rage,
Card. Be thus vpbrayded, chid, and rated at,
Card. And the Offendor graunted scope of speech,
Card. 'Twill make them coole in zeale vnto your Grace.
Suff. Suff.
Suff. Hath he not twit our Soueraigne Lady here
Suff. With ignominious words, though Clarkely coucht?
Suff. As if she had suborned some to sweare
Suff. False allegations, to o'rethrow his state.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. But I can giue the loser leaue to chide.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. Farre truer spoke then meant: I lose indeede,
Glost. Beshrew the winners, for they play'd me false,
Glost. And well such losers may haue leaue to speake.
Buck. Buck.
Buck. Hee'le wrest the Sence, and hold vs here all day.
Buck. Lord Cardinall, he is your Prisoner.