Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Which with vsurping steps doe trample thee.
Rich. Yeeld stinging Nettles to mine Enemies;
Rich. And when they from thy Bosome pluck a Flower,
Rich. Guard it I prethee with a lurking Adder,
Rich. Whose double tongue may with a mortall touch
Rich. Throw death vpon thy Soueraignes Enemies.
Rich. Mock not my sencelesse Coniuration, Lords;
Rich. This Earth shall haue a feeling, and these Stones
Rich. Proue armed Souldiers, ere her Natiue King
Rich. Shall falter vnder foule Rebellious Armes.
Car. Car.
Car. Feare not my Lord, that Power that made you King
Car. Hath power to keepe you King, in spight of all.
Aum. Aum.
Aum. He meanes, my Lord, tht we are too remisse,
Aum. Whilest Bullingbrooke through our securitie,
Aum. Growes strong and great, in substance and in friends.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Discomfortable Cousin, knowest thou not,
Rich. That which the searching Eye of Heauen is hid