Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rat. My Lord.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Good or bad newes, that thou com'st in so
Rich. bluntly?
Rat. Rat.
Rat. Bad news my Lord, Mourton is fled to Richmond,
Rat. And Buckingham backt with the hardy Welshmen
Rat. Is in the field, and still his power encreaseth.
Rich. Ely with Richmond troubles me more neere,
Rich. Then Buckingham and his rash leuied Strength.
Rich. Come, I haue learn'd, that fearfull commenting
Rich. Is leaden seruitor to dull delay.
Rich. Delay leds impotent and Snaile‑pac'd Beggery:
Rich. Then fierie expedition be my wing,
Rich. Ioues Mercury, and Herald for a King:
Rich. Go muster men: My counsaile is my Sheeld,
Rich. We must be breefe, when Traitors braue the field.
Rich. Exeunt.
Rich. Scena Tertia.