Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Buck. Now, my Lord,
Buck. What shall wee doe, if wee perceiue
Buck. Lord Hastings will not yeeld to our Complots?
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Chop off his Head:
Rich. Something wee will determine:
Rich. And looke when I am King, clayme thou of me
Rich. The Earledome of Hereford, and all the moueables
Rich. Whereof the King, my Brother, was possest.
Buck. Buck.
Buck. Ile clayme that promise at your Graces hand.
Rich. And looke to haue it yeelded with all kindnesse.
Rich. Come, let vs suppe betimes, that afterwards
Rich. Wee may digest our complots in some forme.
Rich. Exeunt.
Rich. Scena Secunda.
Rich. [Act 3, Scene 2]
Rich. Enter a Messenger to the Doore of Hastings.
Mess. Mess.