Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dut. And little Ned Plantagenet his Sonne?
Qu. Qu.
Qu. Where is the gentle Riuers, Vaughan, Gray?
Dut. Dut.
Dut. Where is kinde Hastings?
Rich. Rich.
Rich. A flourish Trumpets, strike Alarum Drummes:
Rich. Let not the Heauens heare these Tell‑tale women
Rich. Raile on the Lords Annointed. Strike I say.
Rich. Flourish. Alarums.
Rich. Either be patient, and intreat me fayre,
Rich. Or with the clamorous report of Warre,
Rich. Thus will I drowne your exclamations.
Dut. Art thou my Sonne?
Rich. I, I thanke God, my Father, and your selfe.
Dut. Then patiently heare my impatience.