Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Thinke that I am vn‑king'd by Bullingbrooke,
Rich. And straight am nothing. But what ere I am,
Rich. Musick
Rich. Nor I, nor any man, that but man is,
Rich. With nothing shall be pleas'd, till he be eas'd
Rich. With being nothing. Musicke do I heare?
Rich. Ha, ha? keepe time: How sowre sweet Musicke is,
Rich. When Time is broke, and no Proportion kept?
Rich. So is it in the Musicke of mens liues:
Rich. And heere haue I the daintinesse of eare,
Rich. To heare time broke in a disorder'd string:
Rich. But for the Concord of my State and Time,
Rich. Had not an eare to heare my true Time broke.
Rich. I wasted Time, and now doth Time waste me:
Rich. For now hath Time made me his numbring clocke;
Rich. My Thoughts, are minutes; and with Sighes they iarre,
Rich. Their watches on vnto mine eyes, the outward Watch,
Rich. Whereto my finger, like a Dialls point,
Rich. Is pointing still, in cleansing them from teares.
Rich. Now sir, the sound that tels what houre it is,