Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ant. Who shall be of as little memory
Ant. When he is earth'd, hath here almost perswaded
Ant. (For hee's a Spirit of perswasion, onely
Ant. Professes to perswade) the King his sonne's aliue,
Ant. 'Tis as impossible that hee's vndrown'd,
Ant. As he that sleepes heere, swims.
Seb. Seb.
Seb. I haue no hope
Seb. That hee's vndrown'd.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. O, out of that no hope,
Ant. What great hope haue you? No hope that way, Is
Ant. Another way so high a hope, that euen
Ant. Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond
Ant. But doubt discouery there. Will you grant with me
Ant. That Ferdinand is drown'd.
Seb. He's gone.
Ant. Then tell me, who's the next heire of Naples?