Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ar. But felt a Feauer of the madde, and plaid
Ar. Some tricks of desperation; all but Mariners
Ar. Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the vessell;
Ar. Then all a fire with me the Kings sonne Ferdinand
Ar. With haire vp‑staring (then like reeds, not haire)
Ar. Was the first man that leapt; cride hell is empty,
Ar. And all the Diuels are heere.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Why that's my spirit:
Pro. But was not this nye shore?
Ar. Ar.
Ar. Close by, my Master
Pro. But are they (Ariell) safe?
Ar. Not a haire perishd:
Ar. On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
Ar. But fresher then before: and as thou badst me,
Ar. In troops I haue dispersd them 'bout the Isle:
Ar. The Kings sonne haue I landed by himselfe,