Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Perd. Perd.
Perd. Now Ioue affoord you cause:
Perd. To me the difference forges dread (your Greatnesse
Perd. Hath not beene vs’d to feare:) euen now I tremble
Perd. To thinke your Father, by some accident
Perd. Should passe this way, as you did: Oh the Fates,
Perd. How would he looke, to see his worke, so noble,
Perd. Vildely bound vp? What would he say? Or how
Perd. Should I (in these my borrowed Flaunts) behold
Perd. The sternnesse of his presence?
Flo. Flo.
Flo. Apprehend
Flo. Nothing but iollity: the Goddes themselues
Flo. (Humbling their Deities to loue) haue taken
Flo. The shapes of Beasts vpon them. Iupiter,
Flo. Became a Bull, and bellow’d: the greene Neptune
Flo. A Ram, and bleated: and the Fire‑roab’d‑God
Flo. Golden Apollo, a poore humble Swaine,
Flo. As I seeme now. Their transformations,
Flo. Were neuer for a peece of beauty, rarer,