Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hen. And yet brought forth lesse then a Mothers hope,
Hen. To wit, an indigested and deformed lumpe,
Hen. Not like the fruit of such a goodly Tree.
Hen. Teeth had'st thou in thy head, when thou was't borne,
Hen. To signifie, thou cam'st to bite the world;
Hen. And if the rest be true, which I haue heard,
Hen. Thou cam'st⸺
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Ile heare no more:
Rich. Dye Prophet in thy speech,
Rich. Stabbes him.
Rich. For this (among'st the rest) was I ordain'd.
Hen. Hen.
Hen. I, and for much more slaughter after this,
Hen. O God forgiue my sinnes, and pardon thee.
Hen. Dyes.
Rich. What? will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
Rich. Sinke in the ground? I thought it would haue mounted.
Rich. See how my sword weepes for the poore Kings death.