Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. (Since Pride must haue a fall) and breake the necke
Rich. Of that proud man, that did vsurpe his backe?
Rich. Forgiuenesse horse: Why do I raile on thee,
Rich. Since thou created to be aw'd by man
Rich. Was't borne to beare? I was not made a horse,
Rich. And
Rich. The Life and Death of Richard the Second.
Rich. And yet I beare a burthen like an Asse,
Rich. Spur‑gall'd, and tyrd by iauncing Bullingbrooke.
Rich. Enter Keeper with a Dish.
Keep. Keep.
Keep. Fellow, giue place, heere is no longer stay.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. If thou loue me, 'tis time thou wer't away.
Groo. Groo.
Groo. What my tongue dares not, that my heart shall
Groo. say.
Groo. Exit.
Keep. My Lord, wilt please you to fall too?