Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. And Richard kill'd him.
Mar. From forth the kennell of thy wombe hath crept
Mar. A Hell‑hound that doth hunt vs all to death:
Mar. That Dogge, that had his teeth before his eyes,
Mar. To worry Lambes, and lap their gentle blood:
Mar. That foule defacer of Gods handy worke:
Mar. That reignes in gauled eyes of weeping soules:
Mar. That excellent grand Tyrant of the earth,
Mar. Thy wombe let loose to chase vs to our graues.
Mar. O vpright, iust, and true‑disposing God,
Mar. How do I thanke thee, that this carnall Curre
Mar. Prayes
Mar. The Life and Death of Richard the Third.
Mar. Prayes on the issue of his Mothers body,
Mar. And makes her Pue‑fellow with others mone.
Dut. Dut.
Dut. Oh Harries wife, triumph not in my woes:
Dut. God witnesse with me, I haue wept for thine.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. Beare with me: I am hungry for reuenge,