Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Bid me farwell.
An. An.
An. 'Tis more then you deserue:
An. But since you teach me how to flatter you,
An. Imagine I haue saide farewell already.
An. Exit two with Anne.
Gent. Gent.
Gent. Towards Chertsey, Noble Lord?
Rich. Rich.
Rich. No: to White Friars, there attend my comming
Rich. Exit Coarse
Rich. Was euer woman in this humour woo'd?
Rich. Was euer woman in this humour wonne?
Rich. Ile haue her, but I will not keepe her long.
Rich. What? I that kill'd her Husband, and his Father,
Rich. To take her in her hearts extreamest hate,
Rich. With curses in her mouth, Teares in her eyes,
Rich. The bleeding witnesse of my hatred by,
Rich. Hauing God, her Conscience, and these bars against me,
Rich. And I, no Friends to backe my suite withall,