Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Buc. Buc.
Buc. Why then Al‑soules day, is my bodies doomsday
Buc. This is the day, which in King Edwards time
Buc. I wish'd might fall on me, when I was found
Buc. False to his Children, and his Wiues Allies.
Buc. This is the day, wherein I wisht to fall
Buc. By the false Faith of him whom most I trusted.
Buc. This, this All‑soules day to my fearfull Soule,
Buc. Is the determin'd respit of my wrongs:
Buc. That high All‑seer, which I dallied with,
Buc. Hath turn'd my fained Prayer on my head,
Buc. And giuen in earnest, what I begg'd in iest.
Buc. Thus doth he force the swords of wicked men
Buc. To turne their owne points in their Masters bosomes.
Buc. Thus Margarets curse falles heauy on my necke:
Buc. When he (quoth she) shall split thy heart with sorrow,
Buc. Remember Margaret was a Prophetesse:
Buc. Come leade me Officers to the blocke of shame,
Buc. Wrong hath but wrong, and blame the due of blame.
Buc. Exeunt Buckingham with Officers.