Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gui. With your stiffe Age; but vnto vs, it is
Gui. A Cell of Ignorance: trauailing a bed,
Gui. A Prison, or a Debtor, that not dares
Gui. To stride a limit.
Arui. Arui.
Arui. What should we speake of
Arui. When we are old as you? When we shall heare
Arui. The Raine and winde beate darke December? How
Arui. In this our pinching Caue, shall we discourse
Arui. aaa3
Arui. The
Arui. The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
Arui. The freezing houres away? We haue seene nothing:
Arui. We are beastly; subtle as the Fox for prey,
Arui. Like warlike as the Wolfe, for what we eate:
Arui. Our Valour is to chace what flyes: Our Cage
Arui. We make a Quire, as doth the prison'd Bird,
Arui. And sing our Bondage freely.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. How you speake.