Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. In Prison, hast thou spent a Pilgrimage,
Rich. And like a Hermite ouer‑past thy dayes.
Rich. Well, I will locke his Councell in my Brest,
Rich. And what I doe imagine, let that rest.
Rich. Keepers conuey him hence, and I my selfe
Rich. Wiil see his Buryall better then his Life.
Rich. Exit.
Rich. Here dyes the duskie Torch of Mortimer,
Rich. Choakt with Ambition of the meaner sort.
Rich. And for those Wrongs, those bitter Iniuries,
Rich. Which Somerset hath offer'd to my House,
Rich. I doubt not, but with Honor to redresse.
Rich. And therefore haste I to the Parliament,
Rich. Eyther to be restored to my Blood,
Rich. Or make my will th'aduantage of my good.
Rich. [Act 3, Scene 1]
Rich. Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
Rich. Flourish. Enter King, Exeter, Gloster, Winchester, Warwick,
Rich. Somerset, Suffolk, Richard Plantagenet. Gloster offers