Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hec. And which is worse, all you haue done
Hec. Hath bene but for a wayward Sonne,
Hec. Spightfull, and wrathfull, who (as others do)
Hec. Loues for his owne ends, not for you.
Hec. But make amends now: Get you gon,
Hec. And at the pit of Acheron
Hec. Meete me i'th'Morning: thither he
Hec. Will come, to know his Destinie.
Hec. Your Vessels, and your Spels prouide,
Hec. Your Charmes, and euery thing beside;
Hec. I am for th'Ayre: This night Ile spend
Hec. Vnto a dismall, and a Fatall end.
Hec. Great businesse must be wrought ere Noone.
Hec. Vpon the Corner of the Moone
Hec. There hangs a vap'rous drop, profound,
Hec. Ile catch it ere it come to ground;
Hec. And that distill'd by Magicke slights,
Hec. Shall raise such Artificiall Sprights,
Hec. As by the strength of their illusion,
Hec. Shall draw him on to his Confusion.