Reading The Tragedy of Richard the Third — William Shakespeare

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Rich.

The sweetest sleepe,

And fairest boading Dreames,

That euer entred in a drowsie head,

Haue I since your departure had my Lords.

Me thought their Soules, whose bodies Rich. murther'd,

Came to my Tent, and cried on Victory:

I promise you my Heart is very iocond,

In the remembrance of so faire a dreame,

How farre into the Morning is it Lords?

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