Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iupiter. Offend our hearing: hush. How dare you Ghostes
Iupiter. Accuse the Thunderer, whose Bolt (you know)
Iupiter. Sky‑planted, batters all rebelling Coasts.
Iupiter. Poore shadowes of Elizium, hence, and rest
Iupiter. Vpon your neuer‑withering bankes of Flowres.
Iupiter. Be not with mortall accidents opprest,
Iupiter. No care of yours it is, you know 'tis ours.
Iupiter. Whom best I loue, I crosse; to make my guift
Iupiter. The more delay'd, delighted. Be content,
Iupiter. Your low‑laide Sonne, our Godhead will vplift:
Iupiter. His Comforts thriue, his Trials well are spent:
Iupiter. Our Iouiall Starre reign'd at his Birth, and in
Iupiter. Our Temple was he married: Rise, and fade,
Iupiter. He shall be Lord of Lady Imogen,
Iupiter. And happier much by his Affliction made.
Iupiter. This Tablet lay vpon his Brest, wherein
Iupiter. Our pleasure, his full Fortune, doth confine,
Iupiter. And so away: no farther with your dinne
Iupiter. Expresse Impatience, least you stirre vp mine:
Iupiter. Mount Eagle, to my Palace Christalline.