Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. O Ceremonie, shew me but thy worth.
King. What? is thy Soule of Odoration?
King. Art thou ought else but Place, Degree, and Forme,
King. Creating awe and feare in other men?
King. Wherein thou art lesse happy, being fear'd,
King. Then they in fearing.
King. What drink'st thou oft, in stead of Homage sweet,
King. But poyson'd flatterie? O, be sick, great Greatnesse,
King. And bid thy Ceremonie giue thee cure.
King. Thinks thou the fierie Feuer will goe out
King. With Titles blowne from Adulation?
King. Will it giue place to flexure and low bending?
King. Canst thou, when thou command'st the beggers knee,
King. Command the health of it? No, thou prowd Dreame,
King. That play'st so subtilly with a Kings Repose,
King. I am a King that find thee: and I know,
King. Tis not the Balme, the Scepter, and the Ball,
King. The Sword, the Mase, the Crowne Imperiall,
King. The enter-tissued Robe of Gold and Pearle,
King. The farsed Title running 'fore the King,