Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. With fury, from his natiue residence?
Rich. Now by my Seates right Royall Maiestie,
Rich. Wer't thou not Brother to great Edwards sonne,
Rich. This tongue that runs so roundly in thy head,
Rich. Should run thy had from thy vnreuerent shoulders.
Gau. Gau.
Gau. Oh spare me not, my brothers Edwards sonne,
Gau. For that I was his Father Edwards sonne:
Gau. That blood already (like the Pellican)
Gau. Thou hast tapt out, and drunkenly carows'd.
Gau. My brother Gloucester, plaine well meaning soule
Gau. (Whom faire befall in heauen 'mongst happy soules)
Gau. May be a president, and witnesse good,
Gau. That thou respect'st not spilling Edwards blood:
Gau. Ioyne with the present sicknesse that I haue,
Gau. And thy vnkindnesse be like crooked age,
Gau. To crop at once a too‑long wither'd flowre.
Gau. Liue in thy shame, but dye not shame with thee,
Gau. These words heereafter, thy tormentors bee.
Gau. Conuey me to my bed, then to my graue,