Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Nor. Beheld them when they lighted, how they clung
Nor. In their Embracement, as they grew together,
Nor. Which had they,
Nor. What foure Thron'd ones could haue weigh'd
Nor. Such a compounded one?
Buck. Buck.
Buck. All the whole time
Buck. I was my Chambers Prisoner.
Nor. Nor.
Nor. Then you lost
Nor. The view of earthly glory: Men might say
Nor. Till this time Pompe was single, but now married
Nor. To one aboue it selfe. Each following day
Nor. Became the next dayes master, till the last
Nor. Made former Wonders, it's. To day the French,
Nor. All Clinquant all in Gold, like Heathen Gods
Nor. Shone downe the English; and to morrow, they
Nor. Made Britaine, India: Euery man that stood,
Nor. Shew d like a Mine. Their Dwarfish Pages were
Nor. As Cherubins, all gilt: the Madams too,