Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ioh. My head with more ill newes: for it is full.
Bast. Bast.
Bast. But if you be a‑feard to heare the worst,
Bast. Then let the worst vn‑heard, fall on your head.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Beare with me Cosen, for I was amaz'd
Iohn. Vnder the tide; but now I breath againe
Iohn. Aloft the flood, and can giue audience
Iohn. To any tongue, speake it of what it will.
Bast. How I haue sped among the Clergy men,
Bast. The summes I haue collected shall expresse:
Bast. But as I trauail'd hither through the land,
Bast. I finde the people strangely fantasied,
Bast. Possest with rumors, full of idle dreames,
Bast. Not knowing what they feare, but full of feare.
Bast. And here's a Prophet that I brought with me
Bast. From forth the streets of Pomfret, whom I found
Bast. With many hundreds treading on his heeles:
Bast. To whom he sung in rude harsh sounding rimes,