Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pro. For this be sure, to night thou shalt haue cramps,
Pro. Side‑stitches, that shall pen thy breath vp, Vrchins
Pro. Shall for that vast of night, that they may worke
Pro. All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
Pro. As thicke as hony‑combe, each pinch more stinging
Pro. Then Bees that made 'em.
Cal. Cal.
Cal. I must eat my dinner:
Cal. This Island's mine by Sycorax my mother,
Cal. Which thou tak'st from me: when thou cam'st first
Cal. Thou stroakst me, & made much of me: wouldst giue me
Cal. Water with berries in't: and teach me how
Cal. To name the bigger Light, and how the lesse
Cal. That burne by day, and night: and then I lou'd thee
Cal. And shew'd thee all the qualities o'th' Isle,
Cal. The fresh Springs, Brine‑pits; barren place and fertill,
Cal. Curs'd be I that did so: All the Charmes
Cal. Of Sycorax: Toades, Beetles, Batts light on you:
Cal. For I am all the Subiects that you haue,
Cal. first was min owne King: and here you sty‑me