Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)
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of Richard the third.
¶Periurie, periurie, in the highest degree,
¶Throng to the barre, crying all guiltie, guiltie.
¶And if I die, no soule will pitie me:
¶Me thought the soules of all that I had murtherd,
¶Came to my tent, and euery one did threat,
¶To morrows vengeance on the head of Richard.
¶
Enter Ratcliffe.
3670Rat. My Lord.
¶King. Zoundes, who is there?
¶Rat. Ratcliffe, my Lord, tis I, the earlie village cocke,
¶Your friendes are vp, and buckle on their armor.
3674.1King. O Ratcliffe, I haue dreamd a fearefull dreame,
¶What thinkst thou, will our friendes proue all true?
¶Rat. No doubt my Lord.
3675King. O Ratcliffe, I feare, I feare.
3680Armed in proofe, and led by shallow Richmond.
¶Tis not yet neere day, come, go with me,
¶Vnder our tents Ile plaie the ease dropper,
Exeunt.
3685
Enter the Lordes to Richmond.
¶Rich. Crie mercie Lordes, and watchfull gentlemen,
¶That you haue tane a tardie sluggard here.
¶That euer entred in a drowsie head,
¶Haue I since your depature had my Lordes,
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