Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. I haue heard (but not beleeu’d) the Spirits o’th’dead
Ant. May walke againe: if such thing be, thy Mother
Ant. Appear’d to me last night: for ne’re was dreame
Ant. So like a waking. To me comes a creature,
Ant. Sometimes her head on one side, some another,
Ant. I neuer saw a vessell of like sorrow
Ant. So fill’d, and so becomming: in pure white Robes
Ant. Like very sanctity she did approach
Ant. My Cabine where I lay: thrice bow’d before me,
Ant. And (gasping to begin some speech) her eyes
Ant. Became two spouts; the furie spent, anon
Ant. Did this breake from her. Good Antigonus,
Ant. Since Fate (against thy better disposition)
Ant. Hath made thy person for the Thrower‑out
Ant. Of my poore babe, according to thine oath,
Ant. Places remote enough are in Bohemia,
Ant. There weepe, and leaue it crying: and for the babe
Ant. Is counted lost for euer, Perdita
Ant. I prethee call’t: For this vngentle businesse
Ant. Put on thee, by my Lord, thou ne’re shalt see