Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. As my sweet Richard; yet againe me thinkes,
Qu. Some vnborne sorrow, ripe in fortunes wombe
Qu. Is comming towards me, and my inward soule
Qu. With nothing trembles, at something it greeues,
Qu. More then with parting from my Lord the King.
Bush. Bush.
Bush. Each substance of a greefe hath twenty shadows
Bush. Which shewes like greefe it selfe, but is not so:
Bush. For sorrowes eye, glazed with blinding teares,
Bush. Diuides one thing intire, to many obiects,
Bush. Like perspectiues, which rightly gaz'd vpon
Bush. Shew nothing but confusion, ey'd awry,
Bush. Distinguish forme: so your sweet Maiestie
Bush. Looking awry vpon your Lords departure,
Bush. Finde shapes of greefe, more then himselfe to waile,
Bush. Which look'd on as it is, is naught burbut shadowes
Bush. Of what it is not: then thrice‑gracious Queene,
Bush. More then your Lords departure weep not, more's not (seene;
Bush. Or if it be, 'tis with false sorrowes eie,
Bush. Which for things true, weepe things imaginary.