Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Acting that argument. And now my death
King. Changes the Moode: For what in me, was purchas'd,
King. Falles vpon thee, in a more Fayrer sort.
King. So thou, the Garland wear'st successiuely.
King. Yet, though thou stand'st more sure, then I could do,
King. Thou art not firme enough, since greefes are greene:
King. And all thy Friends, which thou must make thy Friends
King. Haue but their stings, and teeth, newly tak'n out,
King. By whose fell working, I was first aduanc'd,
King. And by whose power, I well might lodge a Feare
King. To be againe displac'd. Which to auoyd,
King. I cut them off: and had a purpose now
King. To leade out many to the Holy Land;
King. Least rest, and lying still, might make them looke
King. Too neere vnto my state.
King. Therefore (my Harrie)
King. Be it thy course to busie giddy Mindes
King. With Forraigne Quarrels: that Action hence borne out,
King. May waste memory of the former dayes.
King. More would I, but my Lungs are wasted so,