"[Shadows] to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard,
Than could the substance of ten thousand —— s,
Arm'd all in proof, and led by shallow ——."[1]

I do not like this dream,—I hate its "foregone conclusion." And am I to be shaken by shadows? Ay, when they remind us of—no matter—but, if I dream thus again, I will try whether

all

sleep has the like visions.

[Since]

I rose, I've been in considerable bodily pain also; but it is gone, and now, like Lord Ogleby

[2]

, I am wound up for the day.

A

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