Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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North. North.
North. Oh, belike it is the Bishop of Carlile.
Bull. Bull.
Bull. Noble Lord,
Bull. Goe to the rude Ribs of that ancient Castle,
Bull. Through Brazen Trumpet send the breath of Parle
Bull. Into his ruin'd Eares, and thus deliuer:
Bull. Henry Bullingbrooke vpon his knees doth kisse
Bull. King Richards hand, and sends allegeance
Bull. And true faith of heart to his Royall Person: hither come
Bull. Euen at his feet, to lay my Armes and Power,
Bull. Prouided, that my Banishment repeal'd,
Bull. And Lands restor'd againe, be freely graunted:
Bull. If not, Ile vse th'aduantage of my Power,
Bull. And lay the Summers dust with showers of blood,
Bull. Rayn'd from the wounds of slaughter'd Englishmen;
Bull. The which, how farre off from the mind of Bullingbrooke
Bull. It is, such Crimson Tempest should bedrench
Bull. The fresh greene Lap of faire King Richards Land,
Bull. My stooping dutie tenderly shall shew.