Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Q. M. Your fire‑new stampe of Honor is scarce currant.
Q. M. O
Q. M. The Life and Death of Richard the Third.
Q. M. O that your yong Nobility could iudge
Q. M. What 'twere to lose it, and be miserable.
Q. M. They that stand high, haue many blasts to shake them,
Q. M. And if they fall, they dash themselues to peeces.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Good counsaile marry, learne it, learne it Mar‑
Rich. quesse.
Dor. Dor.
Dor. It touches you my Lord, as much as me.
Rich. I, and much more: but I was borne so high:
Rich. Our ayerie buildeth in the Cedars top,
Rich. And dallies with the winde, and scornes the Sunne.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. And turnes the Sun to shade: alas, alas,
Mar. Witnesse my Sonne, now in the shade of death,
Mar. Whose bright out‑shining beames, thy cloudy wrath