Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iach. The Tale of Tereus, heere the leaffe's turn'd downe
Iach. Where Philomele gaue vp. I haue enough,
Iach. To'th'Truncke againe, and shut the spring of it.
Iach. Swift, swift, you Dragons of the night, that dawning
Iach. May beare the Rauens eye: I lodge in feare,
Iach. Though this a heauenly Angell: hell is heere.
Iach. Clocke strikes
Iach. One, two, three: time, time.
Iach. Exit.
Iach. Scena Tertia.
Iach. [Act 2, Scene 3]
Iach. Enter Clotten, and Lords.
1. 1.
1. Your Lordship is the most patient man in losse, the
1. most coldest that euer turn'd vp Ace.
Clot. Clot.
Clot. It would make any man cold to loose.
1. But not euery man patient after the noble temper
1. of your Lordship; You are most hot, and furious when