Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bot. Which but three glasses since, we gaue out split,
Bot. Is tyte, and yare, and brauely rig'd, as when
Bot. We first put out to Sea.
Ar. Ar.
Ar. Sir, all this seruice
Ar. Haue I done since I went.
Pro. Pro.
Pro. My tricksey Spirit.
Alo. Alo.
Alo. These are not naturall euents, they strengthen
Alo. From strange, to stranger: say, how came you hither?
Bot. Bot.
Bot. If I did thinke, Sir, I were well awake,
Bot. I'ld striue to tell you: we were dead of sleepe,
Bot. And (how we know not) all clapt vnder hatches,
Bot. Where, but euen now, with strange, and seuerall noyses
Bot. Of roring, shreeking, howling, gingling chaines,
Bot. And mo diuersitie of sounds, all horrible.
Bot. We were awak'd: straight way, at liberty;
Bot. Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheld