Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ric. Ric.
Ric. Thy sonne is banish'd vpon good aduice,
Ric. Where to thy tongue a party‑verdict gaue,
Ric. Why at our Iustice seem'st thou then to lowre?
Gau. Gau.
Gau. Things sweet to tast, proue in digestion sowre:
Gau. You vrg'd me as a Iudge, but I had rather
Gau. you would haue bid me argue like a Father.
Gau. Alas, I look'd when some of you should say,
Gau. I was too strict to make mine owne away:
Gau. But you gaue leaue to my vnwilling tong,
Gau. Against my will, to do my selfe this wrong.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Cosine farewell: and Vncle bid him so:
Rich. Six yeares we banish him, and he shall go.
Rich. Exit.
Rich. Flourish.
Au. Au.
Au. Confine farewell what presence must not know
Au. From where you do remaine, let paper show.