Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. The Throne he sits on: nor the Tyde of Pompe,
King. That beates vpon the high shore of this World:
King. No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous Ceremonie;
King. Not all these, lay'd in Bed Maiesticall,
King. Can sleepe so soundly, as the wretched Slaue:
King. Who with a body fill'd, and vacant mind,
King. Gets him to rest, cram'd with distressefull bread,
King. Neuer sees horride Night, the Child of Hell:
King. But like a Lacquey, from the Rise to Set,
King. Sweates in the eye of Phebus; and all Night
King. Sleepes in Elizium: next day after dawne,
King. Doth rise and helpe Hiperio to his Horse,
King. And followes so the euer-running yeere
King. With profitable labour to his Graue:
King. And but for Ceremonie, such a Wretch,
King. Winding vp Dayes with toyle, and Nights with sleepe,
King. Had the fore-hand and vantage of a King.
King. The Slaue, a Member of the Countreyes peace,
King. Enioyes it; but in grosse braine little wots,
King. What watch the King keepes, to maintaine the peace;