Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glend. Vpon the parting of your Wiues and you.
Hotsp. Hotsp.
Hotsp. Me thinks my Moity, North from Burton here,
Hotsp. In quantitie equals not one of yours:
Hotsp. See, how this Riuer comes me cranking in,
Hotsp. And cuts me from the best of all my Land,
Hotsp. A huge halfe Moone, a monstrous Cantle out.
Hotsp. Ile haue the Currant in this place damn'd vp,
Hotsp. And here the smug and Siluer Trent shall runne,
Hotsp. In a new Channell, faire and euenly:
Hotsp. It shall not winde with such a deepe indent,
Hotsp. To rob me of so rich a Bottome here,
Glend. Glend.
Glend. Not winde? it shall, it must, you see it doth.
Mort. Mort.
Mort. Yea, but marke how he beares his course,
Mort. And runnes me vp, with like aduantage on the other side,
Mort. Gelding the opposed Continent as much,
Mort. As on the other side it takes from you.
Worc. Worc.