Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. But what's the matter Clarence, may I know?
Cla. Cla.
Cla. Yea Richard, when I know: but I protest
Cla. As yet I do not: But as I can learne,
Cla. He hearkens after Prophesies and Dreames,
Cla. And from the Crosse‑row pluckes the letter G:
Cla. And sayes, a Wizard told him, that by G,
Cla. His issue disinherited should be.
Cla. And for my name of George begins with G,
Cla. It followes in his thought, that I am he.
Cla. These (as I learne) and such like toyes as these,
Cla. Hath moou'd his Highnesse to commit me now.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Why this it is, when men are rul'd by Women:
Rich. 'Tis not the King that sends you to the Tower,
Rich. My Lady Grey his Wife, Clarence 'tis shee,
Rich. That tempts him to this harsh Extremity.
Rich. Was it not shee, and that good man of Worship,
Rich. Anthony Woodeulle her Brother there,
Rich. That made him send Lord Hastings to the Tower?