Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iupiter. Ascends
Sicil. Sicil.
Sicil. He came in Thunder, his Celestiall breath
Sicil. Was sulphurous to smell: the holy Eagle
Sicil. Stoop'd, as to foote vs: his Ascension is
Sicil. More sweet then our blest Fields: his Royall Bird
Sicil. Prunes the immortall wing, and cloyes his Beake,
Sicil. As when his God is pleas'd.
All. All.
All. Thankes Iupiter.
Sic. Sic.
Sic. The Marble Pauement clozes, he is enter'd
Sic. His radiant Roofe: Away, and to be blest
Sic. Let vs with care performe his great behest.
Sic. Vanish
Post. Post.
Post. Sleepe, thou hast bin a Grandsire, and begot
Post. A Father to me: and thou hast created
Post. A Mother, and two Brothers. But (oh scorne)
Post. Gone, they went hence so soone as they were borne: