Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Elia. Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load?
Elia. Why doth the Great Duke Humfrey knit his browes,
Elia. As frowning at the Fauours of the world?
Elia. Why are thine eyes fixt to the sullen earth,
Elia. Gazing on that which feemes to dimme thy sight?
Elia. What seest thou there? King Henries Diadem,
Elia. Inchac'd with all the Honors of the world?
Elia. If so, Gaze on, and grouell on thy face,
Elia. Vntill thy head be circled with the same.
Elia. Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious Gold.
Elia. What, is't too short? Ile lengthen it with mine,
Elia. And hauing both together heau'd it vp,
Elia. Wee'l both together lift our heads to heauen,
Elia. And neuer more abase our sight so low,
Elia. As to vouchsafe one glance vnto the ground.
Hum. Hum.
Hum. O Nell, sweet Nell, if thou dost loue thy Lord,
Hum. Banish the Canker of ambitious thoughts:
Hum. And may that thought, when I imagine ill
Hum. Against my King and Nephew, vertuous Henry,