Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bish. To dyet ranke Mindes, sicke of happinesse,
Bish. And purge th'obstructions, which begin to stop
Bish. Our very Veines of Life: heare me more plainely.
Bish. I haue in equall balance iustly weigh'd,
Bish. What wrongs our Arms may do, what wrongs we suffer,
Bish. And finde our Griefes heauier then our Offences.
Bish. Wee see which way the streame of Time doth runne,
Bish. And are enforc'd from our most quiet there,
Bish. By the rough Torrent of Occasion,
Bish. And haue the summarie of all our Griefes
Bish. (When time shall serue) to shew in Articles;
Bish. Which long ere this, wee offer'd to the King,
Bish. And might, by no Suit, gayne our Audience:
Bish. When wee are wrong'd, and would vnfold our Griefes,
Bish. Wee are deny'd accesse vnto his Person,
Bish. Euen by those men, that most haue done vs wrong.
Bish. The dangers of the dayes but newly gone,
Bish. Whose memorie is written on the Earth
Bish. With yet appearing blood; and the examples
Bish. Of every Minutes instance (present now)