Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fer. Fer.
Fer. So they are:
Fer. My spirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp:
Fer. My Fathers losse, the weakensse which I feele,
Fer. The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats,
Fer. To whom I am subdude, are but light to me,
Fer. Might I but through my prison once a day
Fer. Behold this Mayd: all corners else o'th' Earth
Fer. Let liberty make vse of: space enough
Fer. Haue I in such a prison.
Pros. Pros.
Pros. It workes: Come on.
Pros. Thou hast done well, fine Ariell: follow me,
Pros. Harke what thou else shalt do mee.
Mira. Mira.
Mira. Be of comfort,
Mira. My Fathers of a better nature (Sir)
Mira. Then he appeares by speech: this is vnwonted
Mira. Which now came from him.