Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. And then in speaking, not to incurre the last,
Rich. Definitiuely thus I answer you.
Rich. Your loue deserues my thankes, but my desert
Rich. Vnmeritable, shunnes your high request.
Rich. First, if all Obstacles were cut away,
Rich. And that my Path were euen to the Crowne,
Rich. As the ripe Reuenue, and due of Birth:
Rich. Yet so much is my pouertie of spirit,
Rich. So mightie, and so manie my defects,
Rich. That I would rather hide me from my Greatnesse,
Rich. Being a Barke to brooke no mightie Sea;
Rich. Then in my Greatnesse couet to be hid,
Rich. And in the vapour of my Glory smother'd.
Rich. But God be thank'd, there is no need of me,
Rich. And much I need to helpe you, were there need:
Rich. The Royall Tree hath left vs Royall Fruit,
Rich. Which mellow'd by the stealing howres of time,
Rich. Will well become the Seat of Maiestie,
Rich. And make (no doubt) vs happy by his Reigne.
Rich. On him I lay that, you would lay on me,