Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ed. And in this vow do chaine my soule to thine:
Ed. I And ere my knee rise from the Earths cold face,
Ed. I throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to thee,
Ed. Thou setter vp, and plucker downe of Kings:
Ed. Beseeching thee (if with thy will it stands)
Ed. That to my Foes this body must be prey,
Ed. Yet that thy brazen gates of heauen may ope,
Ed. And giue sweet passage to my sinfull soule.
Ed. Now Lords, take leaue vntill we meete againe,
Ed. Where ere it be, in heauen, or in earth.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Brother,
Rich. Giue me thy hand, and gentle Warwicke,
Rich. Let me imbrace thee in my weary armes;
Rich. I that did neuer weepe, now melt with wo,
Rich. That Winter should cut off our Spring‑time so.
War. War.
War. Away, away:
War. Once more sweet Lords farwell.
Cla. Cla.