Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Sal. And follow vnacquainted colours heere:
Sal. What heere? O Nation that thou couldst remoue,
Sal. That Neptunes Armes who clippeth thee about,
Sal. Would beare thee from the knowledge of thy selfe,
Sal. And cripple thee vnto a Pagan shore,
Sal. Where these two Christian Armies might combine
Sal. The bloud of malice, in a vaine of league,
Sal. And not to spend it so vn‑neighbourly.
Dolph. Dolph.
Dolph. A noble temper dost thou shew in this,
Dolph. And great affections wrastling in thy bosome
Dolph. Doth make an earth‑quake of Nobility:
Dolph. Oh, what a noble combat hast fought
Dolph. Between compulsion, and a braue respect:
Dolph. Let me wipe off this honourable dewe,
Dolph. That siluerly doth progresse on thy cheekes:
Dolph. My heart hath melted at a Ladies teares,
Dolph. Being an ordinary Inundation:
Dolph. But this effusion of such manly drops,
Dolph. This showre, blowne vp by tempest of the soule,