Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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1 Bro. The Graces for his Merits due, being all to dolors turn'd?
Sicil. Sicil.
Sicil. Thy Christall window ope; looke,
Sicil. looke out, no longer exercise
Sicil. Vpon a valiant Race, thy harsh, and potent iniuries:
Moth. Moth.
Moth. Since (Iupiter) our Son is good,
Moth. take off his miseries.
Sicil. Peepe through thy Marble Mansion, helpe,
Sicil. or we poore Ghosts will cry
Sicil. To'th'shining Synod of the rest, against thy Deity.
Brothers. Brothers.
Brothers. Helpe (Iupiter) or we appeale,
Brothers. and from thy iustice flye.
Brothers. Iupiter descends in Thunder and Lightning, sitting vppon an
Brothers. Eagle: hee throwes a Thunder‑bolt. The Ghostes fall on
Brothers. their knees.
Iupiter. Iupiter.
Iupiter. No more you petty Spirits of Region low