Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Duch. At that sad stoppe, my Lord,
Duch. Where rude mis‑gouern'd hands, from Windowes tops,
Duch. Threw dust and rubbish on King Richards head.
Duch. d3
Duch. Yorke. Then
Duch. The Life and Death of Richard the Second.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bullingbrooke,
Yorke. Mounted vpon a hot and fierie Steed,
Yorke. Which his aspiring Rider seem'd to know,
Yorke. With slow, but stately pace, kept on his course:
Yorke. While all tongues cride, God saue thee Bullingbrooke.
Yorke. You would haue thought the very windowes spake,
Yorke. So many greedy lookes of yong and old,
Yorke. Through Casements darted their desiring eyes
Yorke. Vpon his visage: and that all the walles,
Yorke. With painted Imagery had said at once,
Yorke. Iesu preserue thee, welcom Bullingbrooke.
Yorke. Whil'st he, from one side to the other turning,
Yorke. Bare‑headed, lower then his proud Steeds necke,