Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tyr. The tyrannous and bloodie Act is done,
Tyr. The most arch deed of pittious massacre
Tyr. That
Tyr. The Life and Death of Richard the Third.
Tyr. That euer yet this Land was guilty of:
Tyr. Dighton and Forrest, who I did suborne
Tyr. To do this peece of ruthfull Butchery,
Tyr. Albeit they were flesht Villaines, bloody Dogges,
Tyr. Melted with tendernesse, and milde compassion,
Tyr. Wept like to Children, in their deaths sad Story.
Tyr. O thus (quoth Dighton) lay the gentle Babes;
Tyr. Thus, thus (quoth Forrest) girdling one another
Tyr. Within their Alablaster innocent Armes:
Tyr. Their lips were foure red Roses on a stalke,
Tyr. And in their Summer Beauty kist each other.
Tyr. A Booke of Prayers on their pillow lay,
Tyr. Which one (quoth Forrest) almost chang'd my minde:
Tyr. But oh the Diuell, there the Villaine stopt:
Tyr. When Dighton thus told on, we smothered
Tyr. The most replenished sweet worke of Nature,