Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Qu. As Neptunes Parke, ribb'd, and pal'd in
Qu. With Oakes vnskaleable, and roaring Waters,
Qu. With Sands that will not beare your Enemies Boates,
Qu. But sucke them vp to'th'Top‑mast. A kinde of Conquest
Qu. Cæsar made heere, but made not heere his bragge
Qu. Of Came, and Saw, and Ouer‑came: with shame
Qu. (The first that euer touch'd him) he was carried
Qu. From off our Coast, twice beaten: and his Shipping
Qu. (Poore ignorant Baubles) on our terrible Seas
Qu. Like Egge‑shels mou'd vpon their Surges, crack'd
Qu. As easily 'gainst our Rockes. For ioy whereof,
Qu. The fam'd Cassibulan, who was once at point
Qu. (Oh giglet Fortune) to master Cæsars Sword,
Qu. Made Luds‑Towne with reioycing‑Fires bright,
Qu. And Britaines strut with Courage.
Clot. Clot.
Clot. Come, there's no more Tribute to be paid: our
Clot. Kingdome is stronger then it was at that time: and (as I
Clot. said) there is no mo such Cæsars, other of them may haue
Clot. crook'd Noses, but to owe such straite Armes, none.