Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ric. Nor euer looke vpon each others face,
Ric. Nor
Ric. The life and death of Richard the second.
Ric. Nor euer write, regreete, or reconcile
Ric. This lowring tempest of your home‑bred hate,
Ric. Nor euer by aduised purpose meete,
Ric. To plot, contriue, or complot any ill,
Ric. 'Gainst Vs, our State, our Subiects, or our Land.
Bull. Bull.
Bull. I sweare.
Mow. Mow.
Mow. And I, to keepe all this.
Bul. Bul.
Bul. Norfolke, so fare, as to mine enemie,
Bul. By this time (had the King permitted vs)
Bul. One of our soules had wandred in the ayre,
Bul. Banish'd this fraile sepulchre of our flesh,
Bul. As now our flesh is banish'd from this Land.
Bul. Confesse thy Treasons, ere thou flye this Realme,
Bul. Since thou hast farre to go, beare not along