Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gra. Where is the horse that doth vntread againe
Gra. His tedious measures with the vnbated fire,
Gra. That he did pace them first: all things that are,
Gra. Are with more spirit chased then enioy'd.
Gra. How like a yonger or a prodigall
Gra. The skarfed barke puts from her natiue bay,
Gra. Hudg'd and embraced by the strumpet winde:
Gra. How like a prodigall doth she returne
Gra. With ouer‑wither'd ribs and ragged sailes,
Gra. Leane, rent, and begger'd by the strumpet winde?
Gra. Enter Lorenzo.
Salino. Salino.
Salino. Heere comes Lorenzo, more of this here
Salino. after.
Lor. Lor.
Lor. Sweete friends, your patience for my long a
Lor. bode,
Lor. Not I, but my affaires haue made you wait;
Lor. When you shall please to play the theeues for wiues
Lor. Ile watch as long for you then: approach