Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cla. Where's Captaine Margaret, to fence you now?
War. War.
War. They mocke thee Clifford,
War. Sweare as thou was't wont.
Ric. Ric.
Ric. What, not an Oath? Nay then the world go's hard
Ric. When Clifford cannot spare his Friends an oath:
Ric. I know by that he's dead, and by my Soule,
Ric. If this right hand would buy two houres life,
Ric. That I (in all despight) might rayle at him,
Ric. This hand should chop it off: & with the issuing Blood
Ric. Stifle the Villaine, whose vnstanched thirst
Ric. Yorke, and yong Rutland could not satisfie
War. I, but he's dead. Of with the Traitors head,
War. And reare it in the place your Fathers stands.
War. And now to London with Triumphant march,
War. p3
War. There
War. The third Part of King Henry the Sixt.