Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clar. Vnto the Kingdome of perpetuall Night.
Clar. The first that there did greet my Stranger‑soule,
Clar. Was my great Father‑in‑Law, renowned Warwicke,
Clar. Who spake alowd: What scourge for Periurie,
Clar. Can this darke Monarchy affoord false Clarence?
Clar. And so he vanish'd. Then came wand'ring by,
Clar. A Shadow like an Angell, with bright hayre
Clar. Dabbel'd in blood, and he shriek'd out alowd
Clar. Clarence is come, false, fleeting, periur'd Clarence,
Clar. That stabb'd me in the field by Tewkesbury:
Clar. Seize on him Furies, take him vnto Torment.
Clar. With that (me thought) a Legion of foule Fiends
Clar. uiron'd me, and howled in mine eares
Clar. uch hiddeous cries, that with the very Noise,
Clar. I (trembling) wak'd, and for a season after,
Clar. Could not beleeue, but that I was in Hell,
Clar. Such terrible Impression made my Dreame.
Keep. Keep.
Keep. No maruell Lord, though it affrighted you,
Keep. I am affraid (me thinkes) to heare you tell it.