Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. But as I trauail'd hither through the land,
Bast. I finde the people strangely fantasied,
Bast. Possest with rumors, full of idle dreames,
Bast. Not knowing what they feare, but full of feare.
Bast. And here's a Prophet that I brought with me
Bast. From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found
Bast. With many hundreds treading on his heeles:
Bast. To whom he sung in rude harsh sounding rimes,
Bast. That ere the next Ascension day at noone,
Bast. Your Highnes should deliuer vp your Crowne.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Thou idle Dreamer, wherefore didst thou so?
Pet. Pet.
Pet. Fore‑knowing that the truth will fall out so.
Iohn. Hubert, away with him: imprison him,
Iohn. And on that day at noone, whereon he sayes
Iohn. I shall yeeld vp my Crowne, let him be hang'd.
Iohn. Deliuer him to safety, and returne,
Iohn. For I must vse thee. O my gentle Cosen,