Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers
[♦] Armed in proof, and led by shallow Richmond.
[220] It is not yet near day. Come, go with me;
[♦] Under our tents I’ll play the eaves-dropper,
[♦] To see if any mean to shrink from me. [Exeunt.
Enter the Lords to RICHMOND, sitting in his tent.
[♦] Lords. Good morrow, Richmond!
[♦] Richm. Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen,
[225] That you have ta’en a tardy sluggard here.
Lords. How have you slept, my lord?