Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Host. [Act 3, Scene 1]
Host. Enter the King, with a Page.
King. King.
King. Goe, call the Earles of Surrey, and of Warwick:
King. But ere they come, bid them ore‑reade these Letters,
King. And well consider of them: make good speed.
King. Exit.
King. How many thousand of my poorest Subiects
King. Are at this howre asleepe? O Sleepe, O gentle Sleepe,
King. Natures soft Nurse, how haue I frighted thee,
King. That thou no more wilt weigh my eye‑lids downe,
King. And steepe my Sences in Forgetfulnesse?
King. Why rather (Sleepe) lyest thou in smoakie Cribs,
King. Vpon vneasie Pallads stretching thee,
King. And huisht with bussing Night, flyes to thy slumber,
King. Then in the perfum'd Chambers of the Great?
King. Vnder the Canopies of costly State,
King. And lull'd with sounds of sweetest Melodie?
King. O thou dull God, why lyest thou with the vilde,
King. In loathsome beds, and leau'st the Kingly Couch,