Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. I gyrt thee with the valiant Sword of Yorke:
King. Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
King. And rise created Princely Duke of Yorke.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. And so thriue Richard, as thy foes may fall,
Rich. And as my dutie springs, so perish they,
Rich. That grudge one thought against your Maiesty.
All. All.
All. Welcome high Prince, the mighty Duke of Yorke.
Som. Som.
Som. Perish base Prince, ignoble Duke of Yorke.
Glost. Glost.
Glost. Now will it best auaile your Maiestie,
Glost. To crosse the Seas, and to be Crown'd in France:
Glost. The presence of a King engenders loue
Glost. Amongst his Subiects, and his loyall Friends,
Glost. As it dis‑animates his Enemies.
King. King.
King. When Gloster sayes the word, King Henry goes,
King. For friendly counsaile cuts off many Foes.