Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. What impossible matter wil he make easy next?
Seb. Seb.
Seb. I thinke hee will carry this Island home in his
Seb. pocket, and giue it his sonne for an Apple.
Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring
Ant. forth more Islands.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. I.
Ant. Why in good time.
Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seeme
Gon. now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage
Gon. of your daughter, who is now Queene.
Ant. And the rarest that ere came there.