Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bot. Our royall, good, and gallant Ship: our Master
Bot. Capring to eye her: on a trice, so please you,
Bot. Euen in a dreame, were we diuided from them,
Bot. And were brought moaping hither.
Ar. Ar.
Ar. Was't well done?
Pro. Pro.
Pro. Brauely (my diligence) thou shalt be free.
Alo. Alo.
Alo. This is as strange a Maze, as ere men trod,
Alo. And there is in this businesse, more then nature
Alo. Was euer conduct of: some Oracle
Alo. Must rectifie our knowledge.
Pro. Sir, my Leige,
Pro. Doe not infest your minde, with beating on
Pro. The strangenesse of this businesse, at pickt leisure
Pro. (Which shall be shortly single) I'le resolue you,
Pro. (Which to you shall seeme probable) of euery
Pro. These happend accidents: till when, be cheerefull