Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Well are you welcome to this open Ayre,
Rich. How hath your Lordship brook'd imprisonment?
Hast. Hast.
Hast. With patience (Noble Lord) as prisoners must:
Hast. But I shall liue (my Lord) to giue them thankes
Hast. That were the cause of my imprisonment.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. No doubt, no doubt, and so shall Clarence too,
Rich. For they that were your Enemies, are his,
Rich. And haue preuail'd as much on him, as you,
Hast. More pitty, that the Eagles should be mew'd,
Hast. Whiles Kites and Buzards play at liberty.
Rich. What newes abroad?
Hast. No newes so bad abroad, as this at home:
Hast. The King is sickly, weake, and melancholly,
Hast. And his Physitians feare him mightily.