Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Aum. He meanes, my Lord, tht we are too remisse,
Aum. Whilest Bullingbrooke through our securitie,
Aum. Growes strong and great, in substance and in friends.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Discomfortable Cousin, knowest thou not,
Rich. That which the searching Eye of Heauen is hid
Rich. Behind the Globe, that lights the lower World,
Rich. Then Theeues and Robbers raunge abroad vnseene,
Rich. In murthers and in Out‑rage bloody here:
Rich. But when from vnder this Terrestriall Ball
Rich. He fires the prowd tops of the Easterne Pines,
Rich. And darts his Lightning through eu'ry guiltie hole,
Rich. The Murthers, Treasons, and detested sinnes
Rich. (The Cloake of Night being pluckt from off their backs)
Rich. Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselues.
Rich. So when this Theefe, this Traytor Bullingbrooke,
Rich. Who all this while hath reuell'd in the Night,
Rich. Shall see vs rising in our Throne, the East,
Rich. His Treasons will sit blushing in his face,
Rich. Not able to endure the sight of Day: