Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bast. Bast.
Bast. Oh, I am scalded with my violent motion
Bast. And spleene of speede, to see your Maiesty.
Iohn. Iohn.
Iohn. Oh Cozen, thou art come to set mine eye:
Iohn. The tackle of my heart, is crack'd and burnt,
Iohn. And all the shrowds wherewith my life should faile,
Iohn. Are turned to one thred, one little haire:
Iohn. My heart hath one poore string to stay it by,
Iohn. Which hold but till thy newes be vttered,
Iohn. And then all this thou seest, is but a clod,
Iohn. And module of confounded royalty.
Bast. The Dolphin is preparing hither‑ward,
Bast. Where heauen he knowes how we shall answer him.
Bast. For in a night the best part of my powre,
Bast. As I vpon aduantage did remoue,
Bast. Were in the Washes all vnwarily,
Bast. Deuoured by the vnexpected flood.
Sal. Sal.