Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cal. For euery trifle, are they set vpon me,
Cal. Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,
Cal. And after bite me: then like Hedg‑hogs, which
Cal. Lye tumbling in my bare‑foote way, and mount
Cal. Their pricks at my foot‑fall: sometime am I
Cal. All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues
Cal. Doe hisse me into madnesse: Lo, now Lo,
Cal. Enter Trinculo.
Cal. Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me
Cal. For bringing wood in slowly: I'le fall flat,
Cal. Perchance he will not minde me.
Tri. Tri.
Tri. Here's neither bush, nor shrub to beare off any
Tri. weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it
Tri. sing ith' winde: yond same blacke cloud, yond huge
Tri. one, lookes like a foule bumbard that would shed his
Tri. licquor: if it should thunder, as it did before, I know
Tri. not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
Tri. choose but fall by paile‑fuls. What haue we here, a man,
Tri. or a fish? dead or aliue? a fish, hee smels like a fish: a