Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. And now I cloy me with beholding it.
Mar. Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward,
Mar. The other Edward dead, to quit my Edward:
Mar. Yong Yorke, he is but boote, because both they
Mar. Matcht not the high perfection of my losse.
Mar. Thy Clarence he is dead, that stab'd my Edward,
Mar. And the beholders of this franticke play,
Mar. Ih'adulterate Hastings, Riuers, Vaughan, Gray,
Mar. Vntimely smother'd in their dusky Graues.
Mar. Richard yet liues, Hels blacke Intelligencer,
Mar. Onely reseru'd their Factor, to buy soules,
Mar. And send them thither: But at hand, at hand
Mar. Insues his pittious and vnpittied end.
Mar. Earth gapes, Hell burnes, Fiends roare, Saints pray,
Mar. To haue him sodainly conuey'd from hence:
Mar. Cancell his bond of life, deere God I pray,
Mar. That I may liue and say, The Dogge is dead.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. O thou did'st prophesie, the time would come,
Qu. That I should wish for thee to helpe me curse