Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Glend. You may away by Night:
Glend. Ile haste the Writer; and withall,
Glend. Breake with your Wiues, of your departure hence:
Glend. I am afraid my Daughter will runne madde,
Glend. So much she doteth on her Mortimer.
Glend. Exit.
Mort. Mort.
Mort. Fie, Cousin Percy, how you crosse my Fa
Mort. ther.
Hotsp. Hotsp.
Hotsp. I cannot chuse: sometime he angers me,
Hotsp. With telling me of the Moldwarpe and the Ant,
Hotsp. Of the Dreamer Merlin, and his Prophecies;
Hotsp. And of a Dragon, and a finne‑lesse Fish,
Hotsp. A clip‑wing'd Griffin, and a moulten Rauen,
Hotsp. A couching Lyon, and a ramping Cat,
Hotsp. And such a deale of skimble‑skamble Stuffe,
Hotsp. As puts me from my Faith. I tell you what,
Hotsp. He held me last Night, at least, nine howres,
Hotsp. In reckning vp the seuerall Deuils Names,