Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bul. And as I truly fight, defend me heauen.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. On paine of death, no person be so bold,
Mar. Or daring hardie as to touch the Listes,
Mar. Except the Marshall, and such Officers
Mar. Appointed to direct these faire designes.
Bul. Bul.
Bul. Lord Marshall, let me kisse my Soueraigns hand,
Bul. And bow my knee before his Maiestie:
Bul. For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men,
Bul. That vow a long and weary pilgrimage,
Bul. c
Bul. Then
Bul. The life and death of Richard the second.
Bul. Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue
Bul. And louing farwell of our seuerall friends.
Mar. The Appealant in all duty greets your Highnes,
Mar. And craues to kisse your hand, and take his leaue.
Rich. Rich.