Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rutland. And so he walkes, insulting o're his Prey,
Rutland. And so he comes, to rend his Limbes asunder.
Rutland. Ah gentle Clifford, kill me with thy Sword,
Rutland. And not with such a cruell threatning Looke.
Rutland. Sweet Clifford heare me speake, before I dye:
Rutland. I am too meane a subiect for thy Wrath,
Rutland. Be thou reueng'd on men, and let me liue.
Clifford. Clifford.
Clifford. In vaine thou speak'st, poore Boy:
Clifford. My Fathers blood hath stopt the passage
Clifford. Where thy words should enter.
Rutland. Rutland.
Rutland. Then let my Fathers blood open it againe,
Rutland. He is a man, and Clifford cope with him.
Clifford. Had I thy Brethren here, their liues and thine
Clifford. Were not reuenge sufficient for me:
Clifford. No, if I digg'd vp thy fore‑fathers Graues,
Clifford. And hung their rotten Coffins vp in Chaynes,
Clifford. It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart.