Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Mar. Too‑farre i’th Land: 'tis like to be lowd weather,
Mar. Besides this place is famous for the Creatures
Mar. Of prey, that keepe vpon’t.
Antig. Antig.
Antig. Go thou away,
Antig. Ile follow instantly.
Mar. Mar.
Mar. I am glad at heart
Mar. To be so ridde o’th businesse.
Mar. Exit.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Come, poore babe;
Ant. I haue heard (but not beleeu’d) the Spirits o’th’dead
Ant. May walke againe: if such thing be, thy Mother
Ant. Appear’d to me last night: for ne’re was dreame
Ant. So like a waking. To me comes a creature,
Ant. Sometimes her head on one side, some another,
Ant. I neuer saw a vessell of like sorrow
Ant. So fill’d, and so becomming: in pure white Robes
Ant. Like very sanctity she did approach