Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ar. Against your peace: Thee of thy Sonne, Alonso
Ar. They haue bereft; and doe pronounce by me
Ar. Lingring perdition (worse then any death
Ar. Can be at once) shall step, by step attend
Ar. You, and your wayes, whose wraths to guard you from,
Ar. Which here, in this most desolate Isle, else fals
Ar. Vpon your heads, is nothing but hearts‑sorrow,
Ar. And a cleere life ensuing.
Ar. He vanishes in Thunder: then (to soft Musicke.) Enter the
Ar. shapes againe, and daunce (with mockes and mowes) and
Ar. carrying out the Table.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Brauely the figure of this Harpie, hast thou
Pro. Perform'd (my Ariell) a grace it had deuouring:
Pro. Of my Instruction, hast thou nothing bated
Pro. In what thou had'st to say: so with good life,
Pro. And obseruation strange, my meaner ministers
Pro. Their seuerall kindes haue done: my high charmes work,
Pro. And these (mine enemies) are all knit vp
Pro. In their distractions: they now are in my powre;