Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Taste Griefe, need Friends: subiected thus,
Rich. How can you say to me, I am a King?
Carl. Carl.
Carl. My Lord, wise men ne're waile their present woes,
Carl. But presently preuent the wayes to waile:
Carl. to feare the Foe, since feare oppresseth strength,
Carl. Giues in your weakenesse, strength vnto your Foe;
Carl. Feare, and be slaine, no worse can come to fight;
Carl. And fight and die, is death destroying death,
Carl. Where fearing, dying, payes death seruile breath.
Aum. Aum.
Aum. My Father hath a Power, enquire of him,
Aum. And learne to make a Body of a Limbe.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Thou chid'st me well: proud Bullingbrooke I come
Rich. To change Blowes with thee, for our day of Doome:
Rich. This ague fit of feare is ouer‑blowne,
Rich. An easie taske it is to winne our owne.
Rich. Say Scroope, where lyes our Vnckle with his Power?
Rich. Speake sweetly man, although thy lookes be sowre.