Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. But 'twas thy Beauty that prouoked me.
Rich. Nay now dispatch: 'Twas I that stabb'd yong Edward,
Rich. But 'twas thy Heauenly face that set me on.
Rich. She fals the Sword.
Rich. Take vp the Sword againe, or take vp me.
An. An.
An. Arise Dissembler, though I wish thy death,
An. I will not be thy Executioner.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Then bid me kill my selfe, and I will do it.
An. I haue already.
Rich. That was in thy rage:
Rich. Speake it againe, and euen with the word,
Rich. This hand, which for thy loue, did kill thy Loue,
Rich. Shall for thy loue, kill a farre truer Loue,
Rich. To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary.
An. I would I knew thy heart.