Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. hard?
Hen. Hen.
Hen. I my good Lord: my Lord I should say rather,
Hen. Tis sinne to flatter, Good was little better:
Hen. 'Good Gloster and good Deuill, were alike,
Hen. And both preposterous: therefore, not Good Lord.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Sirra, leaue vs to our selues, we must conferre.
Hen. So flies the wreaklesse shepherd from yͤ the Wolfe:
Hen. So first the harmlesse Sheepe doth yeeld his Fleece,
Hen. And next his Throate, vnto the Butchers Knife.
Hen. What Scene of death hath Rossius now to Acte?
Rich. Suspition alwayes haunts the guilty minde,
Rich. The Theefe doth feare each bush an Officer,
Hen. The Bird that hath bin limed in a bush,
Hen. With trembling wings misdoubteth euery bush;
Hen. And I the haplesse Male to one sweet Bird,