Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Are clamorous groanes, that strike vpon my heart,
Rich. Which is the bell: so Sighes, and Teares, and Grones,
Rich. Shew Minutes, Houres, and Times: but my Time
Rich. Runs poasting on, in Bullingbrookes proud ioy,
Rich. While I stand fooling heere, his iacke o'th'Clocke.
Rich. This Musicke mads me, let it sound no more,
Rich. For though it haue holpe madmen to their wits,
Rich. In me it seemes, it will make wise‑men mad:
Rich. Yet blessing on his heart that giues it me;
Rich. For 'tis a signe of loue, and loue to Richard,
Rich. Is a strange Brooch, in this all‑hating world.
Rich. Enter Groome.
Groo. Groo.
Groo. Haile Royall Prince.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Thankes Noble Peere,
Rich. The cheapest of vs, is ten groates too deere.
Rich. What are thou? And how com'st thou hither?
Rich. Where no man euer comes, but that sad dogge
Rich. That brings me food, to make misfortune liue?