Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ar. So full of valour, that they smote the ayre
Ar. For breathing in their faces: beate the ground
Ar. For kissing of their feete; yet alwaies bending
Ar. Towards their proiect: then I beate my Tabor,
Ar. At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares,
Ar. Aduanc'd their eye‑lids, lifted vp their noses
Ar. As they smelt musicke, so I charm'd their eares
Ar. That Calfe‑like, they my lowing follow'd, through
Ar. Tooth'd briars, sharpe firzes, pricking gosse, & thorns,
Ar. Which entred their fraile shins: at last I left them
Ar. I'th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell,
Ar. There dancing vp to th' chins, that the fowle Lake
Ar. Ore‑stunck their feet.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. This was well done (my bird)
Pro. Thy shape inuisible retaine thou still:
Pro. The trumpery in my house, goe bring it hither
Pro. For stale to catch these theeues.
Ar. Ar.
Ar. I go, I goe.