Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mort. Thy Father, Earle of Cambridge, then deriu'd
Mort. From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of Yorke,
Mort. Marrying my Sister, that thy Mother was;
Mort. Againe, in pitty of my hard distresse,
Mort. Leuied an Army, weening to redeeme,
Mort. And haue install'd me in the Diademe:
Mort. But as the rest, so fell that Noble Earle,
Mort. And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
Mort. In whom the Title rested, were supprest.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Of which, my Lord, your Honor is the last.
Mort. Mort.
Mort. True; and thou seest, that I no Issue haue,
Mort. And that my fainting words doe warrant death:
Mort. Thou art my Heire; the rest, I wish thee gather:
Mort. But yet be wary in thy studious care.
Rich. Thy graue admonishments preuayle with me:
Rich. But yet me thinkes, my Fathers execution
Rich. Was nothing lesse then bloody Tyranny.