Richard II (Quarto 1, 1597)
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King Richard the second.
¶Looke what thy soule holds deare, imagine it
¶The flowers, faire Ladies, and thy steps, no more
¶Then a delightfull measure or a dance,
¶Bul. Oh who can hold a fier in his hand,
560Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite,
¶By bare imagination of a feast?
¶Or wallow naked in December snow,
¶Oh no, the apprehension of the good,
565Giues but the greater feeling to the worse:
¶Fell sorrowes tooth doth neuer ranckle more,
¶My mother and my nurse that beares me yet,
¶Where eare I wander boast of this I can,
Exeunt.
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Enter the King with Bushie, &c at one dore, and the
Lord Aumarle at another.
¶How far brought you high Hereford on his way?
¶But to the next high way, and there I left him.
¶Which then blew bitterly against our faces,
¶Did grace our hollow parting with a teare.
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