Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. And the diuision of our Amitie.
War. War.
War. There is a Historie in all mens Lives,
War. Figuring the nature of the Times deceas'd:
War. The which obseru'd, a man may prophecie
War. With a neere ayme, of the maine chance of things,
War. As yet not come to Life, which in their Seedes
War. And weake beginnings lye entreasured:
War. Such things become the Hatch and Brood of Time;
War. And by the necessarie forme of this,
War. King Richard might create a perfect guesse,
War. That great Northumberland, then false to him,
War. Would of that Seed, grow to a greater falsenesse,
War. Which should not finde a ground to roote upon,
War. Vnlesse on you.
King. King.
King. Are these things then Necessities?
King. Then let us meete them like Necessities;
King. And that same word, euen now cryes out on vs:
King. They say, the Bishop and Northumberland