Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this vnpleasing (newes
Qu. What Eue? what Serpent hath suggested thee,
Qu. To make a second fall of cursed man?
Qu. Why do'st thou say, King Richard is depos'd,
Qu. Dar'st thou, thou little better thing then earth,
Qu. Diuine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how
Qu. Cam'st thou by this ill‑tydings? Speake thou wretch.
Gard. Gard.
Gard. Pardon me Madam. Little ioy haue I
Gard. To breath these newes; yet what I say, is true;
Gard. King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
Gard. Of Bullingbrooke, their Fortunes both are weigh'd:
Gard. In your Lords Scale, is nothing but himselfe,
Gard. And some few Vanities, that make him light:
Gard. But in the Ballance of great Bullingbrooke,
Gard. Besides himselfe, are all the English Peeres,
Gard. And with that oddes he weighes King Richard downe.
Gard. Poste you to London, and you'l finde it so,
Gard. I speake no more, then euery one doth know.
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