Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cla. (As 'twere in scorne of eyes) reflecting Gemmes,
Cla. That woo'd the slimy bottome of the deepe,
Cla. And mock'd the dead bones that lay scattred by.
Keep. Keep.
Keep. Had you such leysure in the time of death
Keep. To gaze vpon these secrets of the deepe?
Cla. Cla.
Cla. Me thought I had, and often did I striue
Cla. To yeeld the Ghost: but still the enuious Flood
Cla. Stop'd in my soule, and would not let it forth
Cla. To find the empty, vast, and wand'ring ayre:
Cla. But smother'd it within my panting bulke,
Cla. Who almost burst, to belch it in the Sea.
Keep. Awak'd you not in this sore Agony?
Clar. Clar.
Clar. No, no, my Dreame was lengthen'd after life.
Clar. O then, began the Tempest to my Soule.
Clar. I past (me thought) the Melancholly Flood,
Clar. With that sowre Ferry‑man which Poets write of,