Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tir. But where (to say the truth) I do not know.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Come to me Tirrel soone, and after Supper,
Rich. When thou shalt tell the processe of their death.
Rich. Meane time, but thinke how I may do the good,
Rich. And be inheritor of thy desire.
Rich. Farewell till then.
Tir. Tir.
Tir. I humbly take my leaue.
Rich. The Sonne of Clarence haue I pent vp close,
Rich. His daughter meanly haue I matcht in marriage,
Rich. The Sonnes of Edward sleepe in Abrahams bosome,
Rich. And Anne my wife hath bid this world good night.
Rich. Now for I know the Britaine Richmond aymes
Rich. At yong Elizabeth my brothers daughter,
Rich. And by that knot lookes proudly on the Crowne,
Rich. To her go I, a iolly thriuing wooer.
Rich. Enter Ratcliffe.
Rat. Rat.