Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yor. Call in his Letters Parents that he hath
Yor. By his Atturneyes generall, to sue
Yor. His Liuerie, and denie his offer'd homage,
Yor. You plucke a thousand dangers on your head,
Yor. You loose a thousand well‑disposed hearts,
Yor. And pricke my tender patience to those thoughts
Yor. Which honor and allegeance cannot thinke.
Ric. Ric.
Ric. Thinke what you will: we seise into our hands,
Ric. His plate, his goods, his money, and his lands.
Yor. Yor.
Yor. Ile not be by the while: My Liege farewell,
Yor. c3
Yor. What
Yor. The life and death of Richard the second.
Yor. What will ensue heereof, there's none can tell.
Yor. But by bad couses may be vnderstood,
Yor. That their euents can neuer fall out good.
Yor. Exit.
Rich. Rich.