Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Behind the Globe, that lights the lower World,
Rich. Then Theeues and Robbers raunge abroad vnseene,
Rich. In murthers and in Out‑rage bloody here:
Rich. But when from vnder this Terrestriall Ball
Rich. He fires the prowd tops of the Easterne Pines,
Rich. And darts his Lightning through eu'ry guiltie hole,
Rich. The Murthers, Treasons, and detested sinnes
Rich. (The Cloake of Night being pluckt from off their backs)
Rich. Stand bare and naked, trembling at themselues.
Rich. So when this Theefe, this Traytor Bullingbrooke,
Rich. Who all this while hath reuell'd in the Night,
Rich. Shall see vs rising in our Throne, the East,
Rich. His Treasons will sit blushing in his face,
Rich. Not able to endure the sight of Day:
Rich. But selfe‑affrighted, tremble at his sinne.
Rich. Not all the Water in the rough rude Sea
Rich. Can wash the Balme from an anoynted King;
Rich. The breath of worldly men cannot depose
Rich. The Deputie elected by the Lord:
Rich. For euery man that Bullingbrooke hath prest,