Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hot. And when I vrg'd the ransom once againe
Hot. Of my Wiues Brother, then his cheeke look'd pale,
Hot. And on my face he turn'd an eye of death,
Hot. Trembling even at the name of Mortimer.
Wor. Wor.
Wor. I cannot blame him: was he not proclaim'd
Wor. By Richard that dead is, the next of blood?
Nor. Nor.
Nor. He was: I heard the Proclamation,
Nor. And then it was, when the vnhappy King
Nor. (Whose wrongs in vs God pardon) did set forth
Nor. Vpon his Irish Expedition:
Nor. From whence he intercepted, did returne
Nor. To be depos'd, and shortly murthered.
Wor. And for whose death, we in the worlds wide mouth
Wor. Liue scandaliz'd, snd fouly spoken of.
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Wor. Hot.
Wor. The First Part of King Henry the Fourth.