Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
King. Whose howres, the Pesant best aduantages.
King. Enter Erpingham.
Erp. Erp.
Erp. My Lord, your Nobles iealous of your absence,
Erp. Seeke through your Campe to find you.
King. King.
King. Good old Knight, collect them all together
King. At my Tent: Ile be before thee.
Erp. I shall doo't, my Lord.
Erp. Exit.
King. O God of Battailes, steele my Souldiers hearts,
King. Possesse them not with feare: Take from them now
King. The sence of reckning of th'opposed numbers:
King. Pluck their hearts from them. Not to day, O Lord,
King. O not to day, thinke not vpon the fault
King. My Father made, in compassing the Crowne.
King. I Richards body haue interred new,
King. And on it haue bestowed more contrite teares,