what precedes, to give the passage as it stands in the folio at some length. Wolsey having said—
"For your great Graces
Heap'd upon me (poore Undeserver) I
Can nothing offer but my Allegiant thankes,
My Prayres to heaven for you; my Loyaltie
Which ever ha's, and ever shall be growing
Till death (that Winter) kill it."
The King replies:
"Fairely answer'd:
A Loyal, and obedient Subject is