Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Wor. Before not dreamt of.
Hotsp. Hotsp.
Hotsp. You strayne too farre.
Hotsp. I rather of his absence make this vse:
Hotsp. It lends a Lustre and more great Opinion,
Hotsp. A larger Dare to your great Enterprize,
Hotsp. Then if the Earle were here: for men must thinke,
Hotsp. If we without his helpe, can make a Head
Hotsp. To push aginst the Kingdome; with his helpe,
Hotsp. We shall o're‑turne it topsie‑turuy downe:
Hotsp. Yet all goes well yet all our ioynts are whole.The bottom part of the letters on this line has been obscured by a paper strip covering a tear in the page.
Dowg. Dowg.
Dowg. As heart can thinke:
Dowg. There is not such a word spoke of in Scotland,
Dowg. At this Dreame of Feare.
Dowg. Enter Sir Richard Vernon.
Hotsp. My Cousin Vernon, welcome by my Soule.
Vern. Vern.
Vern. Pray God my newes be worth a welcome, Lord,