Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Kin. Kin.
Kin. My Lord Cardinall,
Kin. I doe excuse you; yea, vpon mine Honour,
Kin. I free you from't: You are not to be taught
Kin. That you haue many enemies, that know not
Kin. Why they are so; but like to Village Curres,
Kin. Barke when their fellowes doe. By some of these
Kin. The Queene is put in anger; y'are excus'd:
Kin. But will you be more iustifi'de? You euer
Kin. Haue wish'd the sleeping of this busines, neuer desir'd
Kin. It to be stir'd; but oft haue hindred, oft
Kin. The passages made toward it; on my Honour,
Kin. I speake my good Lord Cardnall, to this point;
Kin. And thus farre cleare him.
Kin. Now, what mou'd me too't,
Kin. I will be bold with time and your attention:
Kin. Then marke th'inducement. Thus it came; giue heede (too't:
Kin. My Conscience first receiu'd a tendernes,
Kin. Scruple, and pricke, on certaine Speeches vtter'd
Kin. By th'Bishop of Bayon, then French Embassador,