Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. And know not now, what Name to call my selfe.
Rich. Oh, that I were a Mockerie, King of Snow,
Rich. Standing before the Sunne of Bullingbrooke,
Rich. To melt my selfe away in Water‑drops.
Rich. Good King, great King, and yet not greatly good,
Rich. And if my word be Sterling yet in England,
Rich. Let it command a Mirror hither straight,
Rich. That it may shew me what a Face I haue,
Rich. Since it is Bankrupt of his Maiestie.
Bull. Bull.
Bull. Goe some of you, and fetch a Looking‑Glasse.
North. North.
North. Read o're this Paper, while yͤ Glasse doth come.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Fiend, thou torments me, ere I come to Hell.
Bull. Vrge it no more, my Lord Northumberland.
North. The Commons will not then be satisfy'd.