Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cask. Haue riu'd the knottie Oakes, and I haue seene
Cask. Th'ambitious Ocean swell, and rage, and foame,
Cask. To be exalted with the threatning Clouds:
Cask. But neuer till to Night, neuer till now,
Cask. Did I goe through a Tempest‑dropping‑fire.
Cask. Eyther there is a Ciuill strife in Heauen,
Cask. Or else the World, too sawcie with the Gods,
Cask. Incenses them to send destruction.
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,