Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. I do the wrong, and first begin to brawle.
Rich. The secret Mischeefes that I set abroach,
Rich. I lay vnto the greeuous charge of others.
Rich. Clarence, who I indeede haue cast in darknesse,
Rich. I do beweepe to many simple Gulles,
Rich. Namely to Derby, Hastings, Buckingham,
Rich. And tell them 'tis the Queene, and her Allies,
Rich. That stirre the King against the Duke my Brother,
Rich. Now they beleeue it, and withall whet me
Rich. To be reueng'd on Riuers, Dorset, Grey.
Rich. But then I sigh, and with a peece of Scripture,
Rich. Tell them that God bids vs do good for euill:
Rich. And thus I cloath my naked Villanie
Rich. With odde old ends, stolne forth of holy Writ,
Rich. And seeme a Saint, when most I play the deuill.
Rich. Enter two murtherers.
Rich. But soft, heere come my Executioners,
Rich. How now my hardy stout resolued Mates,
Rich. Are you now going to dispatch this thing?
Vil. Vil.