Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. (Wearie of solide firmenesse) melt it selfe
King. Into the Sea: and other Times, to see
King. The beachie Girdle of the Ocean
King. Too wide for Neptunes hippes; how Chances mocks
King. And Changes fill the Cuppe of Alteration
King. With diuers Liquors. 'Tis not tenne yeeres gone,
King. Since Richard, and Northumberland, great friends,
King. Did feast together; and in two yeeres after,
King. Were they at Warres. It is but eight yeeres since,
King. This Percie was the man, neerest my Soule,
King. Who, like a Brother, toyl'd in my Affaires,
King. And layd his Loue and Life vnder my foot:
King. Yea, for my sake, euen to the eyes of Richard
King. Gaue him defiance. But which of you was by
King. (You Cousin Neuil, as I may remember)
King. When Richard, with his Eye, brim‑full of Teares,
King. (Then check'd, and rated by Northumberland)
King. Did speake these words (now prou'd a Prophecie:)
King. Northumberland, thou Ladder, by the which
King. My