Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Alo. Not I.
Gon. Gon.
Gon. Faith Sir, you neede not feare: when wee were (Boyes
Gon. Who would beleeue that there were Mountayneeres,
Gon. Dew‑lapt, like Buls, whose throats had hanging at'em
Gon. Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men
Gon. Whose heads stood in their brests? which now we finde
Gon. Each putter out of fiue for one, will bring vs
Gon. Good warrant of.
Al. Al.
Al. I will stand to, and feede,
Al. Although my last, no matter, since I feele
Al. The best is past: brother: my Lord, the Duke,
Al. Stand too, and doe as we.
Al. Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariell (like a Harpey) claps
Al. his wings vpon the Table, and with a quient deuice the
Al. Banquet vanishes.
Ar. Ar.
Ar. You are three men of sinne, whom destiny
Ar. That hath to instrument this lower world,