Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)
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of Richard the third.
¶Glo. Would you inforce me to a world of care:
¶Well, call them againe, I am not made of stones,
2445But penetrable to your kind intreates,
¶Since you will buckle fortune on my backe,
2450To beare her burthen whether I will or no,
¶I must haue patience to indure the lode,
¶Your meere inforcement shall acquittance mee
2455From all the impure blots and staines thereof,
¶For God he knowes, and you may partly see,
¶How farre I am from the desire thereof.
¶Long liue Richard, Englands royall king.
¶Mayor. Amen.
¶Buck. To morrow then we will attend your grace.
¶Farewel good coosine, farwel gentle friends.
Exeunt.
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Enter Quee. mother, Duchesse of Yorke, Marques Dorset, at
¶Duch. Who meets vs heere, my neece Plantagenet?
¶Vpon the like deuotion as your selues,
¶To gratulate the tender Princes there.
¶And in good time here the Lieutenant comes.
¶M. Lieutenant, pray you by your leaue,
¶How fares the Prince?
2490Lieu. Wel Madam, and in health, but by your leaue,
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