Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mort. Mort.
Mort. With silence, Nephew, be thou pollitick,
Mort. Strong fixed is the House of Lancaster,
Mort. And like a Mountaine, not to be remou'd.
Mort. But now thy Vnckle is remouing hence,
Mort. As Princes doe their Courts, when they are cloy'd
Mort. With long continuance in a setled place.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. O Vnckle, would some part of my young yeeres
Rich. Might but redeeme the passage of your Age.
Mort. Thou do'st then wrong me, as yt slaughterer doth,
Mort. Which giueth many Wounds, when one will kill.
Mort. Mourne not, except thou sorrow for my good,
Mort. Onely giue order for my Funerall.
Mort. And so farewell, and faire be all thy hopes,
Mort. And prosperous be thy Life in Peace and Warre.
Mort. Dyes.
Rich. And Peace, no Warre, befall thy parting Soule.