. The works of Shakespeare : in seven volumes : collated with the oldest copies, and corrected, with notes, explanatory, and critical. ther,And yet we hear no tidings from the King :Therefore we will difperfe our felves: farewel. Salts. Stay yet another day, thou truity JVtlchman:The King repofeth all his truft in thee. Cap. Tis thought, the King is dead: we will not Bay-trees in our Country all are witherd,And meteors fright the fixed ftars of heavn*The pale-facd moon looks bloody on the earth jAnd lean-lookd Prophets whifper fearful Change jRich men look fad, and ruffians dance and
. The works of Shakespeare : in seven volumes : collated with the oldest copies, and corrected, with notes, explanatory, and critical. ther,And yet we hear no tidings from the King :Therefore we will difperfe our felves: farewel. Salts. Stay yet another day, thou truity JVtlchman:The King repofeth all his truft in thee. Cap. Tis thought, the King is dead: we will not Bay-trees in our Country all are witherd,And meteors fright the fixed ftars of heavn*The pale-facd moon looks bloody on the earth jAnd lean-lookd Prophets whifper fearful Change jRich men look fad, and ruffians dance and leap jThe one, in fear to lofe what they enjoy;Th other, in hope tenjoy by rage and figns forerun the death of Kings- -Farewel -, our countrymen are gone and fled,As well aflurd, Richard their King is dead. [Exit, Salts. Ah, Richard^ ah! with eyes of heavy mind,I fee thy Glory, like a lhooting Star,Fall to the bafe earth from the firmament:Thy Sun fets weeping in the lowly Weft,Witneffing dorms to come, woe, and unreft:Thy friends are fled to wait upon thy foes;And, crofsly to thy Good, all fortune goes. [Exit. y 3 act. $24 King Richard IL ACT III. SCENE, Bolingbrokej Camp, at BriftoL JLnter Bolingbroke, York, Northumberland, Rofs,Percy,Willoughby, with Buihy and Green Prifoners. BOLINGBROKE. RING forth thefe men. Eufhy and Green^ I will not vex your fouls(Since prefently your fouls mult part your bodies)With too much urging your pernicious lives jFor twere no charity: yet to waih your bloodFrom off my hands, here, in the view of men,I will unfold fome caufes of your have mif-lsd a Prince, a royal King,A happy Gentleman in blood and lineaments,By you unhappyd, and disfigurd have, in manner, with your finful hoursMade a divorce betwixt his Queen and him 5Broke the PoflerTion of a royal Bed,And ftaind the Beauty of a fair Queens cheeksWith tears drawn from her eyes, with >our foul wrongs.]Vly felf, a Prince, by fortune of my birth,Near to the Kin
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