Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. What? do I feare my Selfe? There's none else by,
Rich. Richard loues Richard, that is, I am I.
Rich. Is there a Murtherer heere? No; Yes, I am:
Rich. Then flye; What from my Selfe? Great reason: why?
Rich. Lest I Reuenge. What? my Selfe vpon my Selfe?
Rich. Alacke, I loue my Selfe. Wherefore? For any good
Rich. That I my Selfe, haue done vnto my Selfe?
Rich. O no. Alas, I rather hate my Selfe,
Rich. For hatefull Deeds committed by my Selfe.
Rich. I am a Villaine: yet I Lye, I am not.
Rich. Foole, of thy Selfe speake well: Foole, do not flatter.
Rich. My Conscience hath a thousand seuerall Tongues,
Rich. And euery Tongue brings in a seuerall Tale,
Rich. And euerie Tale condemnes me for a Villaine;
Rich. Periurie, in the high'st Degree,
Rich. Murther, sterne murther, in the dyr'st degree,
Rich. All seuerall sinnes, all vs'd in each degree,
Rich. Throng all to'th'Barre, crying all, Guilty, Guilty.
Rich. I shall dispaire, there is no Creature loues me;
Rich. And if I die, no soule shall pittie me.