Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. To offer it the shew of Violence,
Mar. For it is as the Ayre, invulnerable,
Mar. And our vaine blowes, malicious Mockery.
Barn. Barn.
Barn. It was about to speake, when the Cocke crew.
Hor. Hor.
Hor. And then it started, like a guilty thing
Hor. Vpon a fearfull Summons. I haue heard,
Hor. The Cocke that is the Trumpet to the day,
Hor. Doth with his lofty and shrill‑sounding Throate
Hor. Awake the God of Day: and at his warning,
Hor. Whether in Sea, or Fire, in Earth, or Ayre,
Hor. Th'extrauagant, and erring Spirit, hyes
Hor. To his Confine. And of the truth heerein,
Hor. This prescnt Obiect made probation.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. It faded on the crowing of the Cocke.
Mar. Some sayes, that euer 'gainst that Season comes
Mar. Wherein our Sauiours Birth is celebrated,
Mar. The Bird of Dawning singeth all night long: