Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rat. Rat.
Rat. My Lord.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Saw'st the melancholly Lord Northumberland?
Rat. Thomas the Earle of Surrey, and himselfe,
Rat. Much about Cockshut time, from Troope to Troope
Rat. Went through the Army, chearing vp the Souldiers.
King. King.
King. So, I am satisfied: Giue me a Bowle of Wine,
King. I haue not that Alacrity of Spirit,
King. Nor cheere of Minde that I was wont to haue.
King. Set it downe. Is Inke and Paper ready?
Rat. It is my Lord.
Rich. Bid my Guard watch. Leaue me.
Rich. Ratcliffe, about the mid of night come to my Tent
Rich. And helpe to arme me. Leaue me I say.
Rich. Exit Ratclif.