Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Queene. and their power.
Edward. Edward.
Edward. I wonder how our Princely Father scap't:
Edward. Or whether he be scap't away, or no,
Edward. From Cliffords and Northumberlands pursuit?
Edward. Had he been ta'ne, we should haue heard the newes;
Edward. Had he beene slaine, we should haue heard the newes:
Edward. Or had he scap't, me thinkes we should haue heard
Edward. The happy tidings of his good escape.
Edward. How fares my Brother? why is he so sad?
Richard. Richard.
Richard. I cannot ioy, vntill I be resolu'd
Richard. Where our right valiant Father is become.
Richard. I saw him in the Battaile range about,
Richard. And watcht him how he fingled Clifford forth.
Richard. Me thought he bore him in the thickest troupe,
Richard. As doth a Lyon in a Heard of Neat,
Richard. Or as a Beare encompass'd round with Dogges:
Richard. Who hauing pincht a few, and made them cry,
Richard. The rest stand all aloofe, and barke at him.