Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rich. Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloster,
Rich. For Glosters Dukedome is too ominous.
War. War.
War. Tut, that's a foolish obseruation:
War. Richard, be Duke of Gloster: Now to London,
War. To see these Honors in possession.
War. Exeunt
War. [Act 3, Scene 1]
War. Enter Sinklo, and Humfrey, with Crosse‑bowes
War. in their hands.
Sink. Sink.
Sink. Vnder this thicke growne brake, wee'l shrowd (our selues:
Sink. For through this Laund anon the Deere will come,
Sink. And in this couert will we make our Stand,
Sink. Culling the principall of all the Deere.
Hum. Hum.
Hum. Ile stay aboue the hill, so both may shoot.
Sink. That cannot be, the noise of thy Crosse‑bow
Sink. Will scarre the Heard, and so my shoot is lost: