Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Then from it issued forced drops of blood.
King. Fiue hundred poore I haue in yeerely pay,
King. Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold vp
King. Toward Heauen, to pardon, blood:
King. And I haue built two Chauntries,
King. Where the sad and solemne Priests sing still
King. For Richards Soule. More will I doe:
King. Though all that I can doe, is nothing worth;
King. Since that my Penitence comes after all,
King. Imploring pardon.
King. Enter Gloucester.
Glouc. Glouc.
Glouc. My Liege.
King. King.
King. My Brother Gloucesters voyce? I:
King. I know thy errand, I will goe with thee:
King. The day, my friend, and all things stay for me.
King. Exeunt.
King. i3
King. Enter