Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pro. And in these fits, I leaue them, while I visit
Pro. Yong Ferdinand (whom they suppose is droun'd)
Pro. And his, and mine lou'd darling.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. I'th name of something holy, Sir, why stand you
Gon. In this strange stare?
Al. Al.
Al. O, it is monstrous: monstrous:
Al. Me thought the billowes spoke, and told me of it,
Al. The windes did sing it to me: and the Thunder
Al. (That deepe and dreadfull Organ‑Pipe) pronounc'd
Al. The name of Prosper: it did base my Trespasse,
Al. Therefore my Sonne i'th Ooze is bedded; and
Al. I'le seeke him deeper then ere plummet sounded,
Al. And with him there lye mudded.
Al. Exit.
Seb. Seb.
Seb. But one feend at a time,
Seb. Ile fight their Legions ore.
Seb. B