36583264Periurie, periurie, in the highest degree,

36593265Murther, sterne murther, in the dyrest degree,

36603266All seuerall sinnes, all vsde in each degree,

36613267Throng to the barre, crying all guiltie, guiltie.

36623268I shall dispaire, there is no creature loues me,

36633269And if I die, no soule will pitie me:

36643270And wherefore should they, since that I my selfe,

36653271Finde in my selfe, no pitie to my selfe.

36663272Me thought the soules of all that I had murtherd,

36673273Came to my tent, and euery one did threat,

36683274To morrows vengeance on the head of Richard.

36703276Rat. My Lord.

36713277King. Zoundes, who is there?

36723278Rat. Ratcliffe, my Lord, tis I, the earlie village cocke,

36733279Hath twise done salutation to the morne,

36743280Your friendes are vp, and buckle on their armor.

3674.13281King. O Ratcliffe, I haue dreamd a fearefull dreame,

3674.23282What thinkst thou, will our friendes proue all true?

3674.33283Rat. No doubt my Lord.

36753284King. O Ratcliffe, I feare, I feare.

36763285Rat. Nay good my Lord, be not afraid of shadowes.

36773286King By the Apostle Paul, shadowes to night,

36783287Haue stroke more terror to the soule of Richard,

36793288Then can the substance of ten thousand souldiers,

36803289Armed in proofe, and led by shallow Richmond.

36813290Tis not yet neere day, come, go with me,

36823291Vnder our tents Ile plaie the ease dropper,

36833292To see if any meane to shrinke from me. Exeunt.

36873294Lo. Good morrow Richmond.

36883295Rich. Crie mercie Lordes, and watchfull gentlemen,

36893296That you haue tane a tardie sluggard here.

36903297Lo. How haue you slept my Lord?

36913298Rich. The sweetest sleepe, and fairest boding dreames,

36933299That euer entred in a drowsie head,

36943300Haue I since your depature had my Lordes,

M. Me