[♦] Rat. Ratcliff, my lord; ’tis I. The early village-cock
[210] Hath twice done salutation to the morn;
Your friends are up, and buckle on their armour.
[♦] K. Rich. O Ratcliff, I have dream’d a fearful dream!
[♦] What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true?
Rat. No doubt, my lord.
[♦] K. Rich. O Ratcliff, I fear, I fear,—
215 Rat. Nay, good my lord, be not afraid of shadows.
K. Rich. By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night
Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard