Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gard. But in the Ballance of great Bullingbrooke,
Gard. Besides himselfe, are all the English Peeres,
Gard. And with that oddes he weighes King Richard downe.
Gard. Poste you to London, and you'l finde it so,
Gard. I speake no more, then euery one doth know.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Nimble mischance, that art so light of foote,
Qu. Doth not thy Embassage belong to me?
Qu. And am I last that knowes it? Oh thou think'st
Qu. To serue me last, that I may longest keepe
Qu. Thy sorrow in my breast. Come Ladies goe,
Qu. To meet at London, Londons King in woe.
Qu. What was I borne to this: that my sad looke,
Qu. Should grace the Triumph of great Bullingbrooke.
Qu. Gard'ner, for telling me this newes of woe,
Qu. I would the Plants thou graft'st, may neuer grow.
Qu. Exit.
G G
G Poore Queen, so that thy State might be no worse,
G I would my skill were subiect to thy curse: