Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. Did to thy Father, steept in Rutlands blood,
Qu. A hand‑kercheefe, which say to her did dreyne
Qu. The purple sappe from her sweet Brothers body,
Qu. And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withall.
Qu. If this inducement moue her not to loue,
Qu. Send her a Letter of thy Noble deeds:
Qu. Tell her, thou mad'st away her Vnckle Clarence,
Qu. Her Vnckle Riuers, I (and for her sake)
Qu. Mad'st quicke conueyance with her good Aunt Anne.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. You mocke me Madam, this not the way
Rich. To win your daughter.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. There is no other way,
Qu. Vnlesse thou could'st put on some other shape,
Qu. And not be Richard, that hath done all this.
Rich. Say that 1 did all this for loue of her.
Qu. Nay then indeed she cannot choose but hate thee