Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Nor. No, nor your manhood thatdurst make you stay.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Northumberland, I hold thee reuerently,
Rich. Breake off the parley, for scarse I can refraine
Rich. The execution of my big‑swolne heart
Rich. Vpon that Clifford, that cruell Child‑killer.
Clif. Clif.
Clif. I slew thy Father, cal'st thou him a Child?
Clif. Rich.
Clif. The third Part of King Henry the Sixt.
Rich. I like a Dastard, and a treacherous Coward,
Rich. As thou didd'st kill our tender Brother Rutland,
Rich. But ere Sunset, Ile make thee curse the deed.
King. King.
King. Haue done with words (my Lords) and heare
King. me speake.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Defie them then, or els hold close thy lips.