Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Edward. No, I can better play the Orator.
Mount. Mount.
Mount. But I haue reasons strong and forceable.
Mount. Enter the Duke of Yorke.
Yorke. Yorke.
Yorke. Why how now Sonnes, and Brother, at a strife?
Yorke. What is your Quarrell? how began it first?
Edward. Edward.
Edward. No Quarrell, but a slight Contention.
Yorke. About what?
Rich. Rich.
Rich. About that which concernes your Grace and vs,
Rich. The Crowne of England, Father, which is yours.
Yorke. Mine Boy? not till King Henry be dead.
Richard. Richard.
Richard. Your Right depends not on his life, or death.
Edward. Now you are Heire, therefore enioy it now: