Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hot. Therefore I say⸺
Wor. Wor.
Wor. Peace Cousin, say no more.
Wor. And now I will vnclaspe a Secret booke,
Wor. And to your quicke conceyuing Discontents,
Wor. Ile reade you Matter, deepe and dangerous,
Wor. As full of perill and aduenturous Spirit,
Wor. As to o're‑walke a Current, roaring loud
Wor. On the vnstedfast footing of a Speare.
Hot. Hot.
Hot. If he fall in, good night, or sinke or swimme:
Hot. Send danger from the East vnto the West,
Hot. So Honor crosse it from the North to South,
Hot. And let them grapple: The blood more stirres
Hot. To rowze a Lyon, then to start a Hare.
Nor. Nor.
Nor. Imagination of some great exploit,
Nor. Driues him beyond the bounds of Patience.
Hot. By heauen, me thinkes it were an easie leap,