Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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1. Gent. 1. Gent.
1. Gent. Nothing at all, it is a high wrought Flood:
1. Gent. I cannot 'twixt the Heauen, and the Maine,
1. Gent. Descry a Saile.
Mon. Mon.
Mon. Me thinks, the wind hath spoke aloud at Land,
Mon. A fuller blast ne're shooke our Battlements:
Mon. If it hath ruffiand so vpon the Sea,
Mon. What ribbes of Oake, when Mountaines melt on them,
Mon. Can hold the Morties. What shall we heare of this?
2 2
2 A Segregation of the Turkish Fleet:
2 For do but stand vpon the Foaming Shore,
2 The chidden Billow seemes to pelt the Clowds,
2 The winde‑shak'd‑Surge, with high & monstrous Maine
2 Seemes to cast water on the burning Beare,
2 And quench the Guards of th'euer‑fixed Pole:
2 I neuer did like mollestation view
2 On the enchafed Flood.