Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Buck. To murther me, and my good Lord of Gloster.
Maior. Maior.
Maior. Had he done so?
Rich. Rich.
Rich. What? thinke you we are Turkes, or Infidels?
Rich. Or that we would, against the forme of Law,
Rich. Proceed thus rashly in the Villaines death,
Rich. But that the extreme perill of the case,
Rich. The Peace of England, and our Persons safetie,
Rich. Enforc'd vs to this Execution.
Maior. Now faire befall you, he deseru'd his death,
Maior. And your good Graces both haue well proceeded,
Maior. To warne false Traytors from the like Attempts.
Buck. Buck.
Buck. I neuer look'd for better at his hands,
Buck. After he once fell in with Mistresse Shore:
Buck. Yet had we not determin'd he should dye,
Buck. Vntiil your Lordship came to see his end,
Buck. Which now the louing haste of these our friends,