Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. His Noble Cousin is right welcome hither,
Rich. And all the number of his faire demands
Rich. Shall be accomplish'd without contradiction:
Rich. With all the gracious vtterance thou hast,
Rich. Speake to his gentle hearing kind commends.
Rich. We doe debase our selfe (Cousin) doe we not,
Rich. To looke so poorely, and to speake so faire?
Rich. Shall we call back Northumberland, and send
Rich. Defiance to the Traytor, and so die?
Aum. Aum.
Aum. No, good my Lord, let's fight with gentle words,
Aum. Till time lend friends, and friends their helpeful Swords.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Oh God, oh God, that ere this tongue of mine,
Rich. That layd the Sentence of dread Banishment
Rich. On yond prowd man, should take it off againe
Rich. With words of sooth: Oh that I were as great
Rich. As is my Griefe, or lesser then my Name,
Rich. Or that I could forget what I haue beene,
Rich. Or not remember what I must be now: