Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bul. Bul.
Bul. Lord Marshall, let me kisse my Soueraigns hand,
Bul. And bow my knee before his Maiestie:
Bul. For Mowbray and my selfe are like two men,
Bul. That vow a long and weary pilgrimage,
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Bul. Then
Bul. The life and death of Richard the second.
Bul. Then let vs take a ceremonious leaue
Bul. And louing farwell of our seuerall friends.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. The Appealant in all duty greets your Highnes,
Mar. And craues to kisse your hand, and take his leaue.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. We will descend, and fold him in our armes.
Rich. Cosin of Herford, as they cause is iust,
Rich. So be thy fortune in this Royall fight:
Rich. Farewell, my blood, which if to day thou shead,
Rich. Lament we may, but not reuenge thee dead.
Bull. Bull.