Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hotsp. Our Grandam Earth, hauing this distemperature,
Hotsp. In passion shooke.
Glend. Glend.
Glend. Cousin: of many men
Glend. I doe not beare these Crossings: Giue me leaue
Glend. To tell you once againe, that at my Birth
Glend. The front of Heauen was full of fierie shapes,
Glend. The Goates ranne from the Mountaines, and the Heards
Glend. Were strangely clamorous to the frighted fields:
Glend. These signes haue markt me extraordinarie,
Glend. And all the courses of my Life doe shew,
Glend. I am not in the Roll of common men.
Glend. Where is the Liuing, clipt in with the Sea,
Glend. That chides the Bankes of England, Scotland, and Wales,
Glend. Which calls me Pupill, or hath read to me?
Glend. And bring him out, that is but Womans Sonne,
Glend. Can trace me in the tedious wayes of Art,
Glend. And hold me pace in deepe experiments.
Hotsp. Hotsp.
Hotsp. I thinke there's no man speakes better Welsh: