Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. And some will mourne in ashes, some coale‑black,
Rich. For the deposing of a rightfull King.
Rich. Enter Northumberland.
North. North.
North. My Lord, the mind of Bullingbrooke is chang'd.
North. You must to Pomfret, not vnto the Tower.
North. And Madame, there is order ta'ne for you:
North. With all swift speed, you must away to France.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Northumberland, thou Ladder wherewithall
Rich. The mounting Bullingbrooke ascends my Throne,
Rich. The time shall not be many houres of age,
Rich. More then it is, ere foule sinne, gathering head,
Rich. Shall breake into corruption: thou shalt thinke,
Rich. Though he diuide the Realme, and giue thee halfe,
Rich. It is too little, helping him to all:
Rich. He shall thinke, that thou which know'st the way
Rich. To plant vnrightfully Kings, wilt know againe,
Rich. Being ne're so little vrg'd another way,
Rich. To pluck him headlong from the vsurped Throne.