Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glost. Will not conclude their plotted Tragedie.
Glost. Beaufords red sparkling eyes blab his hearts mallice,
Glost. And Suffolks cloudie Brow his stormie hate;
Glost. Sharpe Buckingham vnburthens with his tongue,
Glost. The enuious Load that lyes vpon his heart:
Glost. And dogged Yorke, that reaches at the Moone,
Glost. Whose ouer‑weening Arme I haue pluckt back,
Glost. By false accuse doth leuell at my Life.
Glost. And you, my Soueraigne Lady, with the rest,
Glost. Causelesse haue lay'd disgraces on my head,
Glost. And with your best endeuour haue stirr'd vp
Glost. My liefest Liege to be mine Enemie:
Glost. I, all of you haue lay'd your heads together,
Glost. My selfe had notice of your Conuenticles,
Glost. And all to make away my guiltlesse Life.
Glost. I shall not want false Witnesse, to condemne me,
Glost. Nor store of Treasons, to augment my guilt:
Glost. The ancient Prouerbe will be well effected,
Glost. A Staffe is quickly found to beat a Dogge.
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