Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dut. Loue Charity, Obedience, and true Dutie.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Amen, and make me die a good old man,
Rich. That is the butt‑end of a Mothers blessing;
Rich. I maruell that her Grace did leaue it out.
Buc. Buc.
Buc. You clowdy‑Princes, & hart‑sorowing‑Peeres,
Buc. That beare this heauie mutuall loade of Moane,
Buc. Now cheere each other, in each others Loue:
Buc. Though we haue spent our Haruest of this King,
Buc. We are to reape the Haruest of his Sonne.
Buc. The broken rancour of your high‑swolne hates,
Buc. But lately splinter'd, knit, and ioyn'd together,
Buc. Must gently be preseru'd, cherisht, and kept:
Buc. Me seemeth good, that with some little Traine,
Buc. Forthwith from Ludlow, the young Prince be set
Buc. Hither to London, to be crown'd our King.
Riuers. Riuers.
Riuers. Why with some little Traine,
Riuers. My Lord of Buckingham?