Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mess. He dreamt, the Bore had rased off his Helme:
Mess. Besides, he sayes there are two Councels kept;
Mess. And that may be determin'd at the one,
Mess. Which may make you and him to rue at th'other.
Mess. Therefore he sends to know your Lordships pleasure,
Mess. If you will presently take Horse with him,
Mess. And with all speed post with him toward the North,
Mess. To shun the danger that his Soule diuines.
Hast. Hast.
Hast. Goe fellow, goe, returne vnto thy Lord,
Hast. Bid him not feare the seperated Councell:
Hast. His Honor and my selfe are at the one,
Hast. And at the other, is my good friend Catesby;
Hast. Where nothing can proceede, that toucheth vs,
Hast. Whereof I shall not haue intelligence:
Hast. Tell him his Feares are shallow, without instance.
Hast. And for his Dreames, I wonder hee's so simple,
Hast. To trust the mock'ry of vnquiet slumbers.
Hast. To flye the Bore, before the Bore pursues,
Hast. Were to incense the Bore to follow vs,