Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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King. A Watch‑case, or a common Larum‑Bell?
King. Wilt thou, vpon the high and giddie Mast,
King. Seale vp the Ship‑boyes Eyes, and rock his Braines,
King. In Cradle of the rude imperious Surge,
King. And in the visitation of the Windes,
King. Who take the Russian Billowes by the top,
King. Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them
King. With deaff'ning Clamors in the slipp'ry Clouds,
King. That with the hurley, Death it selfe awakes?
King. Canst thou (O partiall Sleepe) giue thy Repose
King. To the wet Sea‑Boy, in an houre so rude:
King. And in the calmest, and most stillest Night,
King. With all appliances, and meanes to boote,
King. Deny it to a King? Then happy Lowe, lye downe,
King. Vneasie lyes the Head, that weares a Crowne.
King. Enter Warwicke and Surrey.
War. War.
War. Many good‑morrowes to your Maiestie.
King. King.
King. Is it good‑morrow, Lords?