Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dolph. Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amaz'd
Dolph. Then had I seene the vaultie top of heauen
Dolph. Figur'd quite ore with burning Meteors.
Dolph. Lift vp thy brow (renowned Salisburie)
Dolph. And with a great heart heaue away this storme:
Dolph. Commend these waters to those baby‑eyes
Dolph. That neuer saw the giant‑world enrag'd,
Dolph. Nor met with Fortune, other then at feasts,
Dolph. Full warm of blood, of mirth, of gossipping:
Dolph. Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deepe
Dolph. Into the purse of rich prosperity
Dolph. As Lewis himselfe: so (Nobles) shall you all,
Dolph. That knit your sinewes to the strength of mine.
Dolph. Enter Pandulpho.
Dolph. And euen there, methinkes and Angell spake,
Dolph. Looke where the holy Legate comes apace,
Dolph. To giue vs warrant from the hand of heauen,
Dolph. And on our actions set the name of right
Dolph. With holy breath.
Pand. Pand.