Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bates. Bates.
Bates. Be friends you English fooles, be friends, wee haue French Quarrels enow, if you could tell how to rec- kon.
Bates. Exit Souldiers.
King. King.
King. Indeede the French may lay twentie French Crownes to one, they will beat vs, for they beare them on their shoulders: but it is no English Treason to cut French Crownes, and to morrow the King himselfe will be a Clipper.
King. Vpon the King, let vs our Liues, our Soules,
King. Our Debts, our carefull Wiues,
King. Our Children, and our Sinnes, lay on the King:
King. We must beare all.
King. O hard Condition, Twin-borne with Greatnesse,
King. Subiect to the breath of euery foole, whose sence
King. No more can feele, but his owne wringing.
King. What infinite hearts-ease must Kings neglect,
King. That priuate men enioy?
King. And what haue Kings, that Priuates haue not too,
King. Saue Ceremonie, saue generall Ceremonie?
King. And what art thou, thou Idoll Ceremonie?
King. What kind of God art thou? that suffer'st more
King. Of mortall griefes, then doe thy worshippers.
King. What are thy Rents? what are thy Commings in?