Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bull. Lords, you that here are vnder our Arrest,
Bull. Procure your Sureties for your Dayes of Answer:
Bull. Little are we beholding to your Loue,
Bull. And little look'd for at your helping Hands.
Bull. Enter Richard and Yorke.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Alack, why am I sent for to a King,
Rich. Before I haue shooke off the Regall thoughts
Rich. Wherewith I reign'd? I hardly yet haue learn'd
Rich. To insinuate, flatter, bowe, and bend my Knee.
Rich. Giue Sorrow leaue a while, to tuture me
Rich. To this submission. Yet I well remember
Rich. The fauors of these men: were they not mine?
Rich. Did they not sometime cry, All hayle to me?
Rich. So Iudas did to Christ: but he in twelue,
Rich. Found truth in all, but one; I, in twelue thousand, none.
Rich. God saue the King: will no man say, Amen?
Rich. Am I both Priest, and Clarke? well then, Amen.
Rich. God saue the King, although I be not hee:
Rich. And yet Amen, if Heauen doe thinke him mee.