Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Rich.
Rich. Taste of it first, as thou wer't wont to doo.
Keep. Keep.
Keep. My Lord I dare not: Sir Pierce of Exton,
Keep. Who lately came from th'King, commands the contrary.
Rich. The diuell take Henrie of Lancaster, and thee;
Rich. Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.
Keep. Helpe, helpe, helpe.
Keep. Enter Exton and Seruants.
Ri. Ri.
Ri. How now? what meanes Death in this rude assalt?
Ri. Villaine, thine owne hand yeelds thy deaths instrument,
Ri. Go thou and fill another roome in hell.
Ri. Exton strikes him downe.
Ri. That hand shall burne in neuer‑quenching fire,
Ri. That staggers thus my person. Exton, thy fierce hand,
Ri. Hath with the Kings blood, stain'd the Kings own land.
Ri. Mount, mount my soule, thy seate is vp on high,