Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dolph. Oh, what a noble combat hast fought
Dolph. Between compulsion, and a braue respect:
Dolph. Let me wipe off this honourable dewe,
Dolph. That siluerly doth progresse on thy cheekes:
Dolph. My heart hath melted at a Ladies teares,
Dolph. Being an ordinary Inundation:
Dolph. But this effusion of such manly drops,
Dolph. This showre, blowne vp by tempest of the soule,
Dolph. Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd
Dolph. Then had I seene the vaultie top of heauen
Dolph. Figur'd quite ore with burning Meteors.
Dolph. Lift vp thy brow (renowned Salisburie)
Dolph. And with a great heart heaue away this storme:
Dolph. Commend these waters to those baby‑eyes
Dolph. That neuer saw the giant‑world enrag'd,
Dolph. Nor met with Fortune, other then at feasts,
Dolph. Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossipping:
Dolph. Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deepe
Dolph. Into the purse of rich prosperity
Dolph. As Lewis himselfe: so (Nobles) shall you all,