Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Rich. My Scepter, for a Palmers walking Staffe,
Rich. My
Rich. The Life and Death of Richard the Second.
Rich. My Subiects, for a payre of carued Saints,
Rich. And my large Kingdome, for a little Graue,
Rich. A little little Graue, an obscure Graue.
Rich. Or Ile be buryed in the Kings high‑way,
Rich. Some way of common Trade, where Subiects feet
Rich. May howrely trample on their Soueraignes Head:
Rich. For on my heart they tread now, whilest I liue;
Rich. And buryed once, why not vpon my Head?
Rich. Aumerle, thou weep'st (my tender‑hearted Cousin)
Rich. Wee'le make foule Weather with despised Teares:
Rich. Our sighes, and they, shall lodge the Summer Corne,
Rich. And make a Dearth in this reuolting Land.
Rich. Or shall we play the Wantons with our Woes,
Rich. And make some prettie Match, with shedding Teares?
Rich. As thus: to drop them still vpon one place,
Rich. Till they haue fretted vs a payre of Graues,
Rich. Within the Earth: and therein lay'd, there lyes