Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Groo. Groo.
Groo. I was poore Groome of thy Stable (King)
Groo. When thou wer't King: who trauelling towards Yorke,
Groo. With much adoo, at length haue gotten leaue
Groo. To looke vpon my (sometimes Royall) masters face.
Groo. O how it yern'd my heart, when I beheld
Groo. In London streets, that Coronation day,
Groo. When Bullingbrooke rode on Roane Barbary,
Groo. that horse, that thou so often hast bestrid,
Groo. That horse, that I so carefully haue drest.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Rode he on Barbary? Tell me gentle Friend,
Rich. How went he vnder him?
Groo. So proudly, as if he had disdain'd the ground.
Rich. So proud, that Bullingbrooke was on his backe;
Rich. That Iade hath eate bread from my Royall hand.
Rich. This hand hath made him proud with clapping him.
Rich. Would he not stumble? Would he not fall downe