Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. For selfe‑same winde that I would speake withall,
Rich. Is kindling coales that fires all my brest,
Rich. And burnes me vp with flames, that tears would quench,
Rich. To weepe, is to make lesse the depth of greefe:
Rich. Teares then for Babes; Blowes, and Reuenge for mee.
Rich. Richard, I beare thy name, Ile venge thy death,
Rich. Or dye renowned by attempting it.
Ed. Ed.
Ed. His name that valiant Duke hath left with thee:
Ed. His Dukedome, and his Chaire with me is left.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Nay, if thou be that Princely Eagles Bird,
Rich. Shew thy descent by gazing 'gainst the Sunne:
Rich. For Chaire and Dukedome, Throne and Kingdome say,
Rich. Either that is thine, or else thou wer't not his.
Rich. March. Enter Warwicke, Marquesse Mountacute,
Rich. and their Army.
Warwick. Warwick.
Warwick. How now faire Lords? What faire? What
Warwick. newes abroad?