Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gau. Whose compasse is no bigger then thy head,
Gau. And yet incaged in so small a Verge,
Gau. The waste is no whit lesser then thy Land:
Gau. Oh had thy Grandsire with a Prophets eye,
Gau. Seene how his sonnes sonne, should destroy his sonnes,
Gau. From forth thy reach he would haue laid thy shame,
Gau. Deposing thee before thou wert possest,
Gau. Which art possest now to depose thy selfe.
Gau. Why (Cosine) were thou Regent of the world,
Gau. It were a shame to let his Land by lease:
Gau. But for thy world enioying but this Land,
Gau. Is it not more then shame, to shame it so?
Gau. Landlord of England art thou, and not King:
Gau. Thy state of Law, is bondslaue to the law,
Gau. And⸺
Rich. Rich.
Rich. And thou, a lunaticke leane‑witted foole,
Rich. Presuming on an Agues priuiledge,
Rich. Dar'st with thy frozen admonition
Rich. Make pale our cheeke, chafing the Royall blood