Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Now by S.Saint Iohn, that Newes is bad indeed.
Rich. O he hath kept an euill Diet long,
Rich. And ouer‑much consum'd his Royall Person:
Rich. 'Tis very greeuous to be thought vpon.
Rich. Where is he, in his bed?
Hast. Hast.
Hast. He is.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Go you before, and I will follow you.
Rich. Exit Hastings.
Rich. He cannot liue I hope, and must not dye,
Rich. Till George be pack'd with post‑horse vp to Heauen.
Rich. Ile in to vrge his hatred more to Clarence,
Rich. With Lyes well steel'd with weighty Arguments;
Rich. And if I faile not in my deepe intent,
Rich. Clarence hath not another day to liue:
Rich. Which done, God take King Edward to his mercy,
Rich. And leaue the world for me to bussle in.
Rich. For then, Ile marry Warwickes yongest daughter.
Rich. What though I kill'd her Husband, and her Father,