Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tri. very ancient and fish‑like smell: a kinde of, not of the
Tri. newest poore‑Iohn: a strange fish: were I in England
Tri. now (as once I was) and had but this fish painted; not
Tri. a holiday‑foole there but would giue a peece of siluer:
Tri. there, would this Monster, make a man: any strange
Tri. beast there, makes a man: when they will not giue a
Tri. doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to see
Tri. a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like
Tri. Armes: warme o'my troth: I doe now let loose my o
Tri. pinion; hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an Islan
Tri. der, that hath lately suffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas,
Tri. the storme is come againe: my best way is to creepe vn
Tri. der his Gaberdine: there is no other shelter here about:
Tri. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfel
Tri. lowes: I will here shrowd till the dregges of the storme
Tri. be past.
Tri. Enter stephano singing.
Ste. Ste.
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, here shall I dye ashore.
Ste. This is a very scuruy tune to sing at a mans