Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Among which tearmes, he vs'd his lauish tongue,
Rich. And did vpbrayd me with my Fathers death;
Rich. Which obloquie set barres before my tongue,
Rich. Else with the like I had requited him.
Rich. Therefore good Vnckle, for my Fathers sake,
Rich. In honor of a true Plantagenet,
Rich. And for Alliance sake, declare the cause
Rich. My Father, Earle of Cambridge, lost his Head.
Mort. Mort.
Mort. That cause (faire Nephew) that imprison'd me,
Mort. And hath detayn'd me all my flowring Youth,
Mort. Within a loathsome Dungeon, there to pyne,
Mort. Was cursed Instrument of his decease.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Discouer more at large what cause that was,
Rich. For I am ignorant, and cannot guesse.
Mort. I will, if that my fading breath permit,
Mort. And Death approach not, ere my Tale be done.
Mort. Henry the Fourth, Grandfather to this King,