Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clar. And to my Brother turne my blushing Cheekes.
Clar. Pardon me Edward, I will make amends:
Clar. And Richard, doe not frowne vpon my faults,
Clar. For I will henceforth be no more vnconstant.
Edw. Edw.
Edw. Now welcome more, and ten times more belou'd,
Edw. Then if thou neuer hadst deseru'd our hate.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Welcome good Clarence, this is Brother‑like.
Warw. Warw.
Warw. Oh passing Traytor, periur'd and vniust.
Edw. What Warwicke,
Edw. Wilt thou leaue the Towne, and fight?
Edw. Or shall we beat the Stones about thine Eares?
Warw. Alas, I am not coop'd here for defence:
Warw. I will away towards Barnet presently,
Warw. And bid thee Battaile, Edward, if thou dar'st.