Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bull. Enter Richard, Aumerle, Carlile, and Souldiers.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Barkloughly Castle call you this at hand?
Au. Au.
Au. Yea, my Lord: how brooks your Grace the ayre,
Au. After your late tossing on the breaking Seas?
Rich. Needs must I like it well: I weepe for ioy
Rich. To stand vpon my Kingdome once againe.
Rich. Deere Earth, I doe salute thee with my hand,
Rich. Though Rebels wound thee with their Horses hoofes:
Rich. As a long parted Mother with her Child,
Rich. Playes fondly with her teares, and smiles in meeting;
Rich. So weeping, smiling, greet I thee my Earth,
Rich. and doe thee fauor with my Royall hands.
Rich. Feed not thy Soueraignes Foe, my gentle Earth,
Rich. Nor with thy Sweetes, comfort his rauenous sence:
Rich. But let thy Spiders, that suck vp thy Venome,
Rich. And heauie‑gated Toades lye in their way,
Rich. Doing annoyance to the trecherous feete,