Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bull. To dimme his glory, and to staine the tract
Bull. Of his bright passage to the Occident.
York. York.
York. Yet lookes he like a King: behold his Eye
York. (As bright as is the Eagles) lightens forth
York. Controlling Maiestie: alack, alack, for woe,
York. That any harme should staine so faire a shew.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Wee are amaz'd, and thus long haue we stood
Rich. To watch the fearefull bending of thy knee,
Rich. Because we thought our selfe thy lawfull King:
Rich. And if we be, how dare thy ioynts forget
Rich. To pay their awfull dutie to our presence?
Rich. If we be not, shew vs the Hand of God,
Rich. That hath dismiss'd vs from our Stewardship,
Rich. For well wee know, no Hand of Blood and Bone
Rich. Can gripe the sacred Handle of our Scepter,
Rich. Vnlesse he doe prophane, steale, or vsurpe.
Rich. And though you thinke, that all, as you haue done,
Rich. Haue torne their Soules, by turning them from vs,