Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Nor. His eye against the Moone: in most strange Postures
Nor. We haue seene him set himselfe.
King. King.
King. It may well be,
King. There is a mutiny in's minde. This morning,
King. Papers of State he sent me, to peruse
King. As I requir'd: and wot you what I found
King. There (on my Conscience put vnwittingly)
King. Forsooth an Inuentory, thus importing
King. The seuerall parcels of his Plate his Treasure,
King. Rich Stuffes and Ornaments of Houshold, which
King. I finde at such proud Rate, that it out‑speakes
King. Posession of a Subiect.
Nor. Nor.
Nor. It's Heauens will,
Nor. Some Spirit put this paper in the Packet,
Nor. To blesse your eye withall.
King. If we did thinke
King. His