Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. For yet I am not look'd on in the world.
Rich. This shoulder was ordain'd so thicke, to heaue,
Rich. And heaue it shall some waight, or breake my backe,
Rich. Worke thou the way, and that shalt execute.
King. King.
King. Clarence and Gloster, loue my louely Queene,
King. And kis your Princely Nephew Brothers both.
Cla. Cla.
Cla. The duty that I owe vnto your Maiesty,
Cla. I Seale vpon the lips of this sweet Babe.
Cla. Thanke Noble Clarence, worthy brother thanks.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. And that I loue the tree frō from whence yu sprang'st:
Rich. Witnesse the louing kisse I giue the Fruite,
Rich. To say the truth, so Iudas kist his master,
Rich. And cried all haile, when as he meant all harme.
King. Now am I seated as my soule delights,
King. Hauing my Countries peace, and Brothers loues.