Richard the Third (Quarto 1, 1597)
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The Tragedy
¶This found I on my tent this morning.
¶
Iocky of Norfolke be not so bould,
¶Go gentlemen euery man vnto his charge,
¶Let not our babling dreames affright our soules:
¶March on, ioine brauelie, let vs to it pell mell,
¶If not to heauen then hand in hand to hell.
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His Oration to his army.
3785Remember whom you are to cope withall,
¶Whom their orecloied country vomits forth,
¶You hauing lands and blest with beauteous wifes,
¶And who doth lead them but a paltrey fellow,?
¶Long kept in Brittaine at our mothers cost,
3795A milkesopt, one that neuer in his life
3800Who but for dreaming on this fond exploit,
¶For want of means poore rats had hangd themselues,
¶If we be conquered, let men conquer vs,
¶Haue in their own land beaten bobd and thumpt,
3805And in record left them the heires of shame.
¶Shall these enioy our lands, lie with our wiues?
¶Rauish our daughters, harke I heare their drum,
¶Fight gentlemen of England, fight bold yeomen,
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