Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. King.
King. O God of Battailes, steele my Souldiers hearts,
King. Possesse them not with feare: Take from them now
King. The sence of reckning of th'opposed numbers:
King. Pluck their hearts from them. Not to day, O Lord,
King. O not to day, thinke not vpon the fault
King. My Father made, in compassing the Crowne.
King. I Richards body haue interred new,
King. And on it haue bestowed more contrite teares,
King. Then from it issued forced drops of blood.
King. Fiue hundred poore I haue in yeerely pay,
King. Who twice a day their wither'd hands hold vp
King. Toward Heauen, to pardon, blood:
King. And I haue built two Chauntries,
King. Where the sad and solemne Priests sing still
King. For Richards Soule. More will I doe:
King. Though all that I can doe, is nothing worth;
King. Since that my Penitence comes after all,
King. Imploring pardon.
King. Enter Gloucester.