Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. This forwardnesse
Luc. Makes our hopes faire. Command our present numbers
Luc. Be muster'd: bid the Captaines looke too't. Now Sir,
Luc. What haue you dream'd of late of this warres purpose.
Sooth. Sooth.
Sooth. Last night, the very Gods shew'd me a vision
Sooth. (I fast, and pray'd for their Intelligence) thus:
Sooth. I saw Ioues Bird, the Roman Eagle wing'd
Sooth. From the spungy South, to this part of the West,
Sooth. There vanish'd in the Sun‑beames, which portends
Sooth. (Vnlesse my sinnes abuse my Diuination)
Sooth. Successe to th'Roman hoast.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Dreame often so,
Luc. And neuer false. Soft hoa, what truncke is heere?
Luc. Without his top? The ruine speakes, that sometime
Luc. It was a worthy building. How? a Page?
Luc. Or dead, or sleeping on him? But dead rather:
Luc. For Nature doth abhorre to make his bed
Luc. With the defunct, or sleepe vpon the dead.