Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dut. Dut.
Dut. Heare me a word:
Dut. For I shall neuer speake to thee againe.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. So.
Dut. Either thou wilt dye, by Gods iust ordinance
Dut. Ere from this warre thou turne a Conqueror:
Dut. Or I with greefe and extreame Age shall perish,
Dut. And neuer more behold thy face againe.
Dut. Therefore take with thee my most greeuous Curse,
Dut. Which in the day of Battell tyre thee more
Dut. Then all the compleat Armour that thou wear'st.
Dut. My Prayers on the aduerse party fight,
Dut. And there the little soules of Edwards Children,
Dut. Whisper the Spirits of thine Enemies,
Dut. And promise them Successe and Victory:
Dut. Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end:
Dut. Shame serues thy life, and doth thy death attend.
Dut. Exit.