Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Edg. Hast heauy substance, bleed'st not, speak'st, art sound,
Edg. Ten Masts at each, make not the altitude
Edg. Which thou hast perpendicularly fell,
Edg. Thy life's a Myracle. Speake yet againe.
Glou. Glou.
Glou. But haue I falne, or no?
Edg. Edg.
Edg. From the dread Somnet of this Chalkie Bourne
Edg. Looke vp a height, the shrill‐gorg'd Larke so farre
Edg. Cannot be seene, or heard: Do but looke vp.
Glou. Alacke, I haue no eyes:
Glou. Is wretchednesse depriu'd that benefit
Glou. To end it selfe by death? 'Twas yet some comfort,
Glou. When misery could beguile the Tyrants rage,
Glou. And frustrate his proud will.
Edg. Giue me your arme.
Edg. Vp, so: How is't? Feele you your Legges? You stand.