Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. To make my end too sudden: learne good Soule,
Rich. To thinke our former State a happie Dreame,
Rich. From which awak'd, the truth of what we are,
Rich. Shewes vs but this. I am sworne Brother (Sweet)
Rich. To grim Necessitie; and hee and I
Rich. Will keepe a League till Death. High thee to France,
Rich. And Cloyster thee in some Religious House:
Rich. Our holy liues must winne a new Worlds Crowne,
Rich. Which our prophane houres here haue stricken downe.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. What, is my Richard both in shape and minde
Qu. Transform'd, and weaken'd? Hath Bullingbrooke
Qu. Depos'd thine Intellect? hath he beene in thy Heart?
Qu. The Lyon dying, thrusteth forth his Paw,
Qu. And wounds the Earth, if nothing else, with rage
Qu. To be o're‑powr'd: and wilt thou, Pupill‑like,
Qu. Take thy Correction mildly, kisse the Rodde,
Qu. And fawne on Rage with base Humilitie,
Qu. Which art a Lyon, and a King of Beasts?
Rich. Rich.