Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cic. Cic.
Cic. Why, saw you any thing more wonderfull?
Cask. Cask.
Cask. A common slaue, you know him well by sight,
Cask. Held vp his left Hand, which did flame and burne
Cask. Like twentie Torches ioyn'd; and yet his Hand,
Cask. Not sensible of fire, remain'd vnscorch'd.
Cask. Besides, I ha'not since put vp my Sword,
Cask. Against the Capitoll I met a Lyon,
Cask. Who glaz'd vpon me, and went surly by,
Cask. Without annoying me. And there were drawne
Cask. Vpon a heape, a hundred gastly Women,
Cask. Transformed with their feare, who swore, they saw
Cask. Men, all in fire, walke vp and downe the streetes.
Cask. And yesterday, the Bird of Night did sit,
Cask. Euen at Noone‑day, vpon the Market place,
Cask. Howting, and shreeking. When these Prodigies
Cask. Doe so conioyntly meet, let not men say,
Cask. These are their Reasons, they are Naturall:
Cask. For I beleeue, they are portentous things