Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Richm By this one bloody tryall off sharpe Warre.
Oxf. Oxf.
Oxf. Euery mans Conscience is a thousand men,
Oxf. To fight against this guilty Homicide.
Her. Her.
Her. I doubt not but his Friends will turne to vs.
Blunt. Blunt.
Blunt. He hath no friends, but what are friends for fear,
Blunt. Which in his deerest neede will flye from him.
Richm. Richm.
Richm. All for our vantage, then in Gods name march,
Richm. True Hope is swift, and flyes with Swallowes wings,
Richm. Kings it makes Gods, and meaner creatures Kings.
Richm. Exeunt Omnes.
Richm. [Act 5, Scene 3]
Richm. Enter King Richard in Armes with Norfolke, Ratcliffe,
Richm. and the Earle of Surrey.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Here pitch our Tent, euen here in Bosworth field,
Rich. My Lord of Surrey, why looke you so sad?