Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hotsp. And I say the Earth was not of my minde,
Hotsp. if you suppose, as fearing you, it shooke.
Glend. Glend.
Glend. The Heauens were all on fire, the Earth did
Glend. tremble.
Hotsp. Hotsp.
Hotsp. Oh, then the Earth shooke
Hotsp. To see the Heauens on fire,
Hotsp. And not in feare of your Natiuitie.
Hotsp. Diseased Nature oftentimes breakes forth
Hotsp. In strange eruptions; and the teeming Earth
Hotsp. Is with a kinde of Collick pincht and vext,
Hotsp. By the imprisoning of vnruly Winde
Hotsp. Within her Wombe: which for enlargement striuing,
Hotsp. Shakes the old Beldame Earth, and tombles downe
Hotsp. Steeples, and mosse‑growne Towers. At your Birth,
Hotsp. Our Grandam Earth, hauing this distemperature,
Hotsp. In passion shooke.
Glend. Cousin: of many men