Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iupiter. Our Temple was he married: Rise, and fade,
Iupiter. He shall be Lord of Lady Imogen,
Iupiter. And happier much by his Affliction made.
Iupiter. This Tablet lay vpon his Brest, wherein
Iupiter. Our pleasure, his full Fortune, doth confine,
Iupiter. And so away: no farther with your dinne
Iupiter. Expresse Impatience, least you stirre vp mine:
Iupiter. Mount Eagle, to my Palace Christalline.
Iupiter. Ascends
Sicil. Sicil.
Sicil. He came in Thunder, his Celestiall breath
Sicil. Was sulphurous to smell: the holy Eagle
Sicil. Stoop'd, as to foote vs: his Ascension is
Sicil. More sweet then our blest Fields: his Royall Bird
Sicil. Prunes the immortall wing, and cloyes his Beake,
Sicil. As when his God is pleas'd.
All. All.
All. Thankes Iupiter.
Sic. Sic.
Sic. The Marble Pauement clozes, he is enter'd