Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Let it command a Mirror hither straight,
Rich. That it may shew me what a Face I haue,
Rich. Since it is Bankrupt of his Maiestie.
Bull. Bull.
Bull. Goe some of you, and fetch a Looking‑Glasse.
North. North.
North. Read o're this Paper, while yͤ Glasse doth come.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Fiend, thou torments me, ere I come to Hell.
Bull. Vrge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.
North. The Commons will not then be satisfy'd.
Rich. They shall be satisfy'd: Ile reade enough,
Rich. When I doe see the very Booke indeede,
Rich. Where all my sinnes are writ, and that's my selfe.
Rich. Enter one with a Glasse.
Rich. Giue me that Glasse, and therein will I reade.
Rich. No deeper wrinckles yet? hath Sorrow strucke