Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dut. Where is thy Brother Clarence?
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.