Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. King.
King. Well, ieast on Brothers: I can tell you both,
King. He suit is graunted for her Husbands Lands.
King. Enter a Noble man.
Nob. Nob.
Nob. My gracious Lord, Henry your Foe is taken,
Nob. And brought your Prisoner to your Pallace Gate.
King. See that he be conuey'd vnto the Tower:
King. And goe wee Brothers to the man that tooke him,
King. To question of his apprehension.
King. Widow goe you along: Lords vse her honourable.
King. Exeunt.
King. Manet Richard.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. I, Edward will vse Women honourably:
Rich. Would he were wasted, Marrow, Bones, and all,
Rich. That from his Loynes no hopefull Branch may spring,
Rich. To crosse me from the Golden time I looke for:
Rich. And yet, betweene my Soules desire, and me,