Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. That rise thus nimbly by a true Kings fall.
Bull. Bull.
Bull. On Wednesday next, we solemnly set downe
Bull. Our Coronation: Lords, prepare your selues.
Bull. Exeunt.
Abbot. Abbot.
Abbot. A wofull Pageant haue we here beheld.
Carl. Carl.
Carl. The Woes to come, the Children yet vnborne,
Carl. Shall feele this day as sharpe to them as Thorne.
Aum. Aum.
Aum. You holy Clergie‑men, is there no Plot
Aum. To rid the Realme of this pernicious Blot.
Abbot. Before I freely speake my minde herein,
Abbot. You shall not onely take the Sacrament,
Abbot. To bury mine intents, but also to effect
Abbot. What
Abbot. The Life and Death of Richard the Second.
Abbot. What euer I shall happen to deuise.