Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. O may such purple teares be alway shed
Rich. From those that wish the downfall of our house.
Rich. If any sparke of Life be yet remaining,
Rich. Downe, downe to hell, and say I sent thee thither.
Rich. Stabs him againe.
Rich. I that haue neyther pitty, loue, nor feare,
Rich. Indeed 'tis true that Henrie told me of:
Rich. For I haue often heard my Mother say,
Rich. I came into the world with my Legges forward.
Rich. Had I not reason (thinke ye) to make hast,
Rich. And seeke their Ruine, that vsurp'd our Right?
Rich. The Midwife wonder'd, and the Women cri'de
Rich. O Iesus blesse vs, he is borne with teeth,
Rich. And
Rich. The third Part of King Henry the Sixt.
Rich. And so I was, which plainly signified,
Rich. That I should snarle, and bite, and play the dogge:
Rich. Then since the Heauens haue shap'd my Body so,
Rich. Let Hell make crook'd my Minde to answer it.
Rich. I haue no Brother, I am like no Brother: