Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clif. Into as many gobbits will I cut it
Clif. As wilde Medea yong Absirtis did.
Clif. In cruelty, will I seeke out my Fame.
Clif. Come thou new ruine of olde Cliffords house:
Clif. As did Æneas old Anchyses beare,
Clif. So beare I thee vpon my manly shoulders:
Clif. But then Æneas bare a liuing loade;
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Clif. Nothing
Clif. The second Part of Henry the Sixt.
Clif. Nothing so heauy as these woes of mine.
Clif. Enter Richard, and Somerset to fight.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. So lye thou there:
Rich. For vnderneath an Ale‑house paltry signe,
Rich. The Castle in S. Saint Albons, Somerset
Rich. Hath made the Wizard famous in his death:
Rich. Sword, hold thy temper; Heart, be wrathfull still:
Rich. Priests pray for enemies, but Princes kill.
Rich. Fight. Excursions.