Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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North. North.
North. For this, I shall haue time enough to mourne.
North. In Poyson, there is Physicke: and this newes
North. (Having beene well) that would have made me sicke,
North. Being sicke, haue in some measure, made me well.
North. And as the Wretch, whose Feauer‑weakned ioynts,
North. Like strengthlesse Hindges, buckle vnder life,
North. Impatient of his Fit, breakes like a fire
North. Out of his keepers armes: Even so, my Limbes
North. (Weak'ned with greefe) beingnow inrag'd with greefe,
North. Are thrice themselves. Hence therefore thou nice crutch,
North. A scalie Gauntlet now, with ioynts of Steele
North. Must gloue this hand. And hence thou sickly Quoife,
North. Thou art a guard too wanton for the head,
North. Which Princes, flesh'd with Conquest, ayme to hit.
North. Now binde my Browes with Iron, and approach
North. The ragged'st houre, that Time and Spight dare bring
North. To frowne vpon th'enrag'd Northumberland.
North. Let Heauen kisse Earth: now let not Natures hand
North. Keepe the wilde flood confin'd: Let Order dye,