Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Bores though his Castle Walls, and farwell King.
Rich. Couer your heads, and mock not flesh and blood
Rich. With solemne Reuerence: throw away Respect,
Rich. Tradition, Forme, and Ceremonious dutie,
Rich. For you haue but mistooke me all this while:
Rich. I liue with Bread like you, feele Want,
Rich. Taste Griefe, need Friends: subiected thus,
Rich. How can you say to me, I am a King?
Carl. Carl.
Carl. My Lord, wise men ne're waile their present woes,
Carl. But presently preuent the wayes to waile:
Carl. to feare the Foe, since feare oppresseth strength,
Carl. Giues in your weakenesse, strength vnto your Foe;
Carl. Feare, and be slaine, no worse can come to fight;
Carl. And fight and die, is death destroying death,
Carl. Where fearing, dying, payes death seruile breath.
Aum. Aum.
Aum. My Father hath a Power, enquire of him,
Aum. And learne to make a Body of a Limbe.
Rich. Rich.