Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. That layd the Sentence of dread Banishment
Rich. On yond prowd man, should take it off againe
Rich. With words of sooth: Oh that I were as great
Rich. As is my Griefe, or lesser then my Name,
Rich. Or that I could forget what I haue beene,
Rich. Or not remember what I must be now:
Rich. Swell'st thou prowd heart? Ile giue thee scope to beat,
Rich. Since Foes haue scope to beat both thee and me.
Aum. Aum.
Aum. Northumberland comes backe from Bulling
Aum. brooke.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. What must the King doe now? must he submit?
Rich. The King shall doe it: Must he be depos'd?
Rich. The King shall be contented: Must he loose
Rich. The Name of King? o' Gods Name let it goe.
Rich. Ile giue my Iewels for a sett of Beades,
Rich. My gorgeous Pallace, for a Hermitage,
Rich. My gay Apparrell, for an Almes‑mans Gowne,
Rich. My figur'd Goblets, for a Dish of Wood,