ఈ పుట ఆమోదించబడ్డది
Sce. vi.
Come on, sir, here's tLe pk-cc ; stand still.
How fearful
And dizzy 't is to cast so low !
The crows 3 and that wing the midway air.
Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down
Hangs one that gathers samphire,- dreadful trade :
Methinks, lie no bigger than Ills head,
The fishermen upon the beach
Appear like mice, yond tall anchoring bark
Diminished to her cock. her cock, a buoy
Almost too for sight, . murmuring surge,
That on the idle chafes,
Cannot be so iilgh.-I'Il look no more;
feest my brain turn, the deficient sight
Topple down headlong, . 125
