Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Edg. Hoa, you Sir: Friend, heare you Sir, speake:
Edg. Thus might he passe indeed: yet he reuiues.
Edg. What are you Sir?
Glou. Glou.
Glou. Away, and let me dye.
Edg. Edg.
Edg. Had'st thou beene ought
Edg. But Gozemore, Feathers, Ayre,
Edg. (So many fathome downe precipitating)
Edg. Thou'dst shiuer'd like an Egge: but thou do'st breath:
Edg. Hast heauy substance, bleed'st not, speak'st, art sound,
Edg. Ten Masts at each, make not the altitude
Edg. Which thou hast perpendicularly fell,
Edg. Thy life's a Myracle. Speake yet againe.
Glou. But haue I falne, or no?
Edg. From the dread Somnet of this Chalkie Bourne
Edg. Looke vp a height, the shrill‐gorg'd Larke so farre
Edg. Cannot be seene, or heard: Do but looke vp.