Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Carl. To Italy, and there at Venice gaue
Carl. His Body to that pleasant Countries Earth,
Carl. And his pure Soule vnto his Captaine Christ,
Carl. Vnder whose Colours he had fought so long.
Bull. Bull.
Bull. Why Bishop, is Norfolke dead?
Carl. Carl.
Carl. As sure as I liue, my Lord.
Bull. Sweet peace conduct his sweet Soule
Bull. To the Bosome of good old Abraham.
Bull. Lords Appealants, your differēcesdifferences shal all rest vnder gage,
Bull. Till we assigne you to your dayes of Tryall.
Bull. Enter Yorke.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Great Duke of Lancaster, I come to thee
Yorke. From plume‑pluckt Richard, who with willing Soule
Yorke. Adopts thee Heire, and his high Scepter yeelds
Yorke. To the possession of thy Royall Hand.
Yorke. Ascend his Throne, descending now from him,