Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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,
Hot. To plucke bright Honor from the pale‑fac'd Moone,
Hot. Or diue into the bottome of the deepe,
Hot. Where Fadome‑line could neuer touch the ground,
Hot. And plucke vp drowned Honor by the Lockes: