Reading The life and death of King Richard the Second

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This way the King will come: this is the way

To Iulius Cæsars ill‑erected Tower:

To whose flint Bosome, my condemned Lord

Is doom'd a Prisoner, by prowd Bullingbrooke.

Here let vs rest, if this rebellious Earth

Haue any resting for her true Kings Queene.

Enter Richard, and Guard.

But soft, but see, or rather doe not see,

My faire Rose wither: yet looke vp; behold,

That you in pittie may dissolue to dew,

And wash him fresh againe with true‑loue Teares.

Ah thou, the Modell where old Troy did stand,

Thou Mappe of Honor, thou King Richards Tombe,

And not King Richard: thou most beauteous Inne,

When Triumph is become an Ale‑house Guest.

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