Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. Haue stroke more terror to the soule of Richard,
King. Then can the substance of ten thousand Souldiers
King. Armed in proofe, and led by shallow Richmond.
King. 'Tis not yet neere day. Come go with me,
King. Vnder our Tents Ile play the Ease‑dropper,
King. To heare if any meane to thanke from me.
King. Exeunt Richard & Ratliffe,
King. Enter the Lords to Richmond sitting
King. in his Tent.
Richm. Richm.
Richm. Good morrow Richmond.
Rich. Rich.
Rich. Cry mercy Lords, and watchfull Gentlemen,
Rich. That you haue tane a tardie sluggard heere?
Lords. Lords.
Lords. How haue you slept my Lord?
Rich. The sweetest sleepe,
Rich. And fairest boading Dreames,
Rich. That euer entred in a drowsie head,