Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Will you enforce me to a world of Cares.
Rich. Call them againe, I am not made of Stones,
Rich. But penetrable to your kinde entreaties,
Rich. Albeit against my Conscience and my Soule.
Rich. Enter Buckingham, and the rest.
Rich. Cousin of Buckingham, and sage graue men,
Rich. Since you will buckle fortune on my back,
Rich. To beare her burthen, where I will or no.
Rich. I must haue patience to endure the Load:
Rich. But if black Scandall, or foule‑fac'd Reproach,
Rich. Attend the sequell of your Imposition,
Rich. Your meere enforcement shall acquittance me
Rich. From all the impure blots and staynes thereof;
Rich. For God doth know, and you may partly see,
Rich. How farre I am from the desire of this.
Maior. Maior.
Maior. God blesse your Grace, wee see it, and will
Maior. say it.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. In saying so, you shall but say the truth.