Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. and doe thee fauor with my Royall hands.
Rich. Feed not thy Soueraignes Foe, my gentle Earth,
Rich. Nor with thy Sweetes, comfort his rauenous sence:
Rich. But let thy Spiders, that suck vp thy Venome,
Rich. And heauie‑gated Toades lye in their way,
Rich. Doing annoyance to the trecherous feete,
Rich. Which with vsurping steps doe trample thee.
Rich. Yeeld stinging Nettles to mine Enemies;
Rich. And when they from thy Bosome pluck a Flower,
Rich. Guard it I prethee with a lurking Adder,
Rich. Whose double tongue may with a mortall touch
Rich. Throw death vpon thy Soueraignes Enemies.
Rich. Mock not my sencelesse Coniuration, Lords;
Rich. This Earth shall haue a feeling, and these Stones
Rich. Proue armed Souldiers, ere her Natiue King
Rich. Shall falter vnder foule Rebellious Armes.
Car. Car.
Car. Feare not my Lord, that Power that made you King
Car. Hath power to keepe you King, in spight of all.
Aum. Aum.