Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Cry Woe, Destruction, Ruine, Losse, Decay,
Rich. The worst is Death, and Death will haue his day.
Scroope. Scroope.
Scroope. Glad am I, that your Highnesse is so arm'd
Scroope. To beare the tidings of Calamitie.
Scroope. Like an vnseasonable stormie day,
Scroope. Which make the Siluer Riuers drowne their Shores,
Scroope. As if the World were all dissolu'd to teares:
Scroope. So Bullingbrooke, couering your fearefull Land
Scroope. With hard bright Steele, and hearts harder then Steele:
Scroope. White Beares haue arm'd their thin and hairelesse Scalps
Scroope. Against thy Maiestie and Boyes with Womens Voyces,
Scroope. Striue to speake bigge, and clap their female ioints
Scroope. In stiffe unwieldie Armes: against thy Crowne
Scroope. They very Beads‑men learne to bend their Bowes
Scroope. Of double fatall Eugh: against thy State
Scroope. Yea Distaffe‑Women manage rustie Bills:
Scroope. Against thy Seat both young and old rebell,
Scroope. And all goes worse then I haue power to tell.
Rich. Rich.