Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cla. To bath in fierie floods, or to recide
Cla. In thrilling Region of thicke‑ribbed Ice,
Cla. To be imprison'd in the viewlesse windes
Cla. And blowne with restlesse violence round about
Cla. The pendant world: or to be worse then worst
Cla. Of those, that lawlesse and incertaine thought,
Cla. Imagine howling, 'tis too horrible.
Cla. The weariest, and most loathed worldly life
Cla. That Age, Ache, periury, and imprisonment
Cla. Can lay on nature, is a Paradise
Cla. To what we feare of death.
Isa. Isa.
Isa. Alas, alas.
Cla. Cla.
Cla. Sweet Sister, let me liue.
Cla. What sinne you do, to saue a brothers life,
Cla. Nature dispenses with the deede so farre,
Cla. That it becomes a vertue.
Isa. Oh you beast,