:03:12
Now, good my lord,
lie here and rest awhile.
:03:25
You, sir, I entertain to be
one of my hundred;
:03:33
only I don't like the fashion
of your garments.
:03:37
You may say they are Persian,
:03:41
but let them be chang'd.
:03:48
Oppressed
nature sleeps.
:03:56
Drive toward Dover, friend.
:03:58
I have o'erheard
a plot of death
upon him.
:04:01
From France
there comes a power
landed at our best ports.
:04:05
Thou shalt receive
both welcome
and protection.
:04:24
Good my friends;
:04:27
do me no
foul play, friends.
:04:41
The army of France
is landed. Post speedily
to my lord your husband.
:04:45
Advise him to
a most sudden preparation.
We are bound to do the like.
:04:48
Edmund, keep you
our sister company.
:04:51
How now? Where's
the traitor Gloucester?
:04:54
Bound fast
and pinioned like a thief.
:04:56
Hang him instantly.
Pluck out his eyes.