Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. My Noble Father:
Rich. Three times to day I holpe him to his horse,
Rich. Three times bestrid him: Thrice I led him off,
Rich. Perswaded him from any further act:
Rich. But still where danger was, still there I met him,
Rich. And like rich hangings in a homely house,
Rich. So was his Will, in his old feeble body,
Rich. But Noble as he is, looke where he comes.
Rich. Enter Salisbury.
Sal. Sal.
Sal. Now by my Sword, well hast thou fought to day:
Sal. By'th'Masse so did we all. I thanke you Richard.
Sal. God knowes how long it is I haue to liue:
Sal. And it hath pleas'd him that three times to day
Sal. You haue defended me from imminent death.
Sal. Well Lords, we haue not got that which we haue,
Sal. 'Tis not enough our foes are this time fled,
Sal. Being opposites of such repayring Nature.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. I know our safety is to follow them,