Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cates. Cates.
Cates. I, my good Lord.
Hast. Hast.
Hast. Ile haue this Crown of mine cut frō my shoulders,
Hast. Before Ile see the Crowne so foule mis‑plac'd:
Hast. But canst thou guesse, that he doth ayme at it?
Hast. Cates. I,
Hast. The Life and Death of Richard the Third.
Cates. I, on my life, and hopes to find you forward,
Cates. Vpon his partie, for the gaine thereof:
Cates. And thereupon he sends you this good newes,
Cates. That this same very day your enemies,
Cates. The Kindred of the Queene, must dye at Pomfret.
Hast. Indeed I am no mourner for that newes,
Hast. Because they haue beene still my aduersaries:
Hast. But, that Ile giue my voice on Richards side,
Hast. To barre my Masters Heires in true Descent,
Hast. God knowes I will not doe it, to the death.