Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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La. And thus hath so bestirr'd thee in thy sleepe,
La. That beds of sweate hath stood vpon thy Brow,
La. Like bubbles in a late‑disturbed Streame;
La. And in thy face strange motions haue appear'd,
La. Such as we see when men restraine their breath
La. On some great sodaine hast. O what portents are these?
La. Some heauie businesse hath my Lord in hand,
La. And I must know it: else he loues me not.
Hot. Hot.
Hot. What ho; Is Gilliams with the Packet gone?
Ser. Ser.
Ser. He is my Lord, an houre agone.
Hot. Hath Butler brought those horses frōfrom the Sheriffe?
Ser. One horse, my Lord, he brought euen now.
Hot. What Horse? A Roane, a crop eare, is it not.
Ser. It is my Lord.