Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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The. The Lunaticke, the Louer, and the Poet,
The. Are of imagination all compact.
The. One sees more diuels then vaste hell can holdhold.Here a tear in the page partially obscures the final character of the line, and entirely obscures the final punctuation mark.
The. That is the mad man. The Louer, all as frantickfranticke,Here a paper patch obscures the end of the line
The. Sees Helens beauty in a brow of Egipt.
The. The Poets eye in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance
The. From heauen to earth, from earth to heauen.
The. And as imagination bodies forth the forms of things
The. Vnknowne; the Poets pen turnes them to shapes,
The. And giues to aire nothing, a locall habitation,
The. And a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination,
The. That if it would but apprehend some ioy,
The. It comprehends some bringer of that ioy.
The. Or in the night, imagining some feare,
The. Howe easie is a bush suppos'd a Beare?
Hip. Hip.
Hip. But all the storie of the night told ouer,
Hip. And all their minds transfigur'd so together,
Hip. More witnesseth than fancies images,
Hip. And growes to something of great constancie;