Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Or Ile be buryed in the Kings high‑way,
Rich. Some way of common Trade, where Subiects feet
Rich. May howrely trample on their Soueraignes Head:
Rich. For on my heart they tread now, whilest I liue;
Rich. And buryed once, why not vpon my Head?
Rich. Aumerle, thou weep'st (my tender‑hearted Cousin)
Rich. Wee'le make foule Weather with despised Teares:
Rich. Our sighes, and they, shall lodge the Summer Corne,
Rich. And make a Dearth in this reuolting Land.
Rich. Or shall we play the Wantons with our Woes,
Rich. And make some prettie Match, with shedding Teares?
Rich. As thus: to drop them still vpon one place,
Rich. Till they haue fretted vs a payre of Graues,
Rich. Within the Earth: and therein lay'd, there lyes
Rich. Two Kinsmen, digg'd their Graues with weeping Eyes?
Rich. Would not this ill, doe well? Well, well, I see
Rich. I talke but idly, and you mock at mee.
Rich. Most mightie Prince, my Lord Northumberland,
Rich. What sayes King Bullingbrooke? Will his Maiestie
Rich. Giue Richard leaue to liue, till Richard die?