Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gon. Where he himselfe was lost : Prospero, his Dukedome
Gon. In a poore Isle: and all of vs, our selues,
Gon. When no man was his owne.
Alo. Alo.
Alo. Giue me your hands:
Alo. Let griefe and sorrow still embrace his heart,
Alo. That doth not wish you ioy,
Gon. Gon.
Gon. Be it so, Amen.
Gon. Enter Ariell, with the Master and Boatswaine
Gon. amazedly following.
Gon. O looke Sir, looke Sir, here is more of vs:
Gon. I prophesi'd, if a Gallowes were on Land
Gon. This fellow could not drowne: Now blasphemy,
Gon. That swear'st Grace ore‑boord, not an oath on shore,
Gon. Hast thou no mouth by land?
Gon. What is the newes?
Bot. Bot.
Bot. The best newes is, that we haue safely found
Bot. Our King, and company: The next: our Ship,