Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yor. Not Glousters death, nor Herfords banishment,
Yor. Nor Gauntes rebukes, nor Englands priuate wrongs,
Yor. Nor the preuention of poore Bullingbrooke,
Yor. About his marriage, nor my owne disgrace
Yor. Haue euer made me sowre may patient cheeke,
Yor. Or bend one wrinckle on my Soueraignes face:
Yor. I am the last of noble Edwards sonnes,
Yor. Of whom thy Father Prince of Wales was first,
Yor. In warre was neuer Lyon rag'd more fierce:
Yor. In peace, was neuer gentle Lambe more milde,
Yor. Then was that yong and Princely Gentleman,
Yor. His face thou hast, for euen so look'd he
Yor. Accomplish'd with the number of thy howrs:
Yor. But when he frown'd, it was against the French,
Yor. And not against his friends: his noble hand
Yor. Did win what he did spend: and spent not that
Yor. Which his triumphant fathers hand had won:
Yor. His hands were guilty of no kindreds blood,
Yor. But bloody with the enemies of his kinne:
Yor. Oh Richard, Yorke is too farre gone with greefe,