Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mor. As Fish are in a Pond. But now the Bishop
Mor. Turnes Insurrection to Religion,
Mor. Suppos'd sincere, and holy in his Thoughts:
Mor. He's follow'd both with Body, and with Minde:
Mor. And doth enlarge his Rising, with the blood
Mor. Of faire King Richard, scrap'd from Pomfret stones,
Mor. Deriues from heauen, his Quarrell, and his Cause:
Mor. Tels them, he doth bestride a bleeding Land,
Mor. Gasping for life, under great Bullingbrooke,
Mor. And more, and lesse, do flocke to follow him.
North. North.
North. I knew of this before. But to speake truth,
North. This present greefe had wip'd it from my minde.
North. Go in with me, and councell every man
North. The aptest way for safety, and reuenge:
North. Get Posts, and Letters, and make Friends with speed,
North. Neuer so few, nor neuer yet more need.
North. Exeunt.
North. Scena Tertia.
North. [Act 1, Scene 1]