Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gent. Contending with the fretfull Elements;
Gent. Bids the winde blow the Earth into the Sea,
Gent. Or swell the curled Waters 'boue the Maine,
Gent. That things might change, or cease.
Kent. Kent.
Kent. But who is with him?
Gent. Gent.
Gent. None but the Foole, who labours to out‐iest
Gent. His heart‐strooke iniuries.
Kent. Sir, I do know you,
Kent. And dare vpon the warrant of my note
Kent. Commend a deere thing to you. There is diuision
Kent. (Although as yet the face of it is couer'd
Kent. With mutuall cunning) 'twixt Albany, and Cornwall:
Kent. Who haue, as who haue not, that their great Starres
Kent. Thron'd and set high; Seruants, who seeme no lesse,
Kent. Which are to France the Spies and Speculations
Kent. Intelligent of our State. What hath bin seene,
Kent. Either in snuffes, and packings of the Dukes,