Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cla. If it were damnable, he being so wise,
Cla. Why would he for the momentarie tricke
Cla. Be perdurablie fin'de? Oh Isabell.
Isa. Isa.
Isa. What saies my brother?
Cla. Cla.
Cla. Death is a fearefull thing.
Isa. And shamed life, a hatefull.
Cla. I, but to die, and go we know not where,
Cla. To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot,
Cla. This sensible warme motion, to become
Cla. A kneaded clod; And the delighted spirit
Cla. To bath in fierie floods, or to recide
Cla. In thrilling Region of thicke‑ribbed Ice,
Cla. To be imprison'd in the viewlesse windes
Cla. And blowne with restlesse violence round about
Cla. The pendant world: or to be worse then worst
Cla. Of those, that lawlesse and incertaine thought,