Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gar. 'Tis doubted he will be. Letters came last night
Gar. To a deere Friend of the Duke of Yorkes,
Gar. That tell blacke tydings.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Oh I am prest to death through want of speaking:
Qu. Thou old Adams likenesse, set to dresse this Garden:
Qu. How dares thy harsh rude tongue sound this vnpleasing (newes
Qu. What Eue? what Serpent hath suggested thee,
Qu. To make a second fall of cursed man?
Qu. Why do'st thou say, King Richard is depos'd,
Qu. Dar'st thou, thou little better thing then earth,
Qu. Diuine his downfall? Say, where, when, and how
Qu. Cam'st thou by this ill‑tydings? Speake thou wretch.
Gard. Gard.
Gard. Pardon me Madam. Little ioy haue I
Gard. To breath these newes; yet what I say, is true;
Gard. King Richard, he is in the mighty hold
Gard. Of Bullingbrooke, their Fortunes both are weigh'd:
Gard. In your Lords Scale, is nothing but himselfe,
Gard. And some few Vanities, that make him light: