Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Aduance your Standards, draw your willing Swords.
Rich. For me, the ransome of my bold attempt,
Rich. Shall be this cold Corpes on the earth's cold face.
Rich. But if I thriue, the gaine of my attempt,
Rich. The least of you shall share his part thereof.
Rich. Sound Drummes and Trumpets boldly, and cheerefully,
Rich. God, and Saint George, Richmond, and Victory.
Rich. Enter King Richard, Ratcliffe, and Catesby.
K. K.
K. What said Northumberland as touching Richmond?
Rat. Rat.
Rat. That he was neuer trained vp in Armes.
King. King.
King. He said the truth: and what said Surrey then?
Rat. He smil'd and said, the better for our purpose.
King. He was in the right, and so indeed it is.
King. Tell the clocke there.
King. Clocke strikes.