Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. Oh Cymbeline, Heauen and my Conscience knowes
Bel. Thou didd'st vniustly banish me: whereon
Bel. At three, and two yeeres old, I stole these Babes,
Bel. Thinking to barre thee of Succession, as
Bel. Thou refts me of my Lands. Euriphile,
Bel. Thou was't their Nurse, they took thee for their mother,
Bel. And euery day do honor to her graue:
Bel. My selfe Belarius, that am Mergan call'd
Bel. They take for Naturall Father. The Game is vp.
Bel. Exit.
Bel. Scena Quarta.
Bel. [Act 3, Scene 4]
Bel. Enter Pisanio and Imogen.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Thou told'st me when we came frō from horse, yͤ place
Imo. Was neere at hand: Ne're long'd my Mother so
Imo. To see me first, as I haue now: Pisanio, Man:
Imo. Where is Posthumus? What is in thy mind
Imo. That makes thee stare thus? Wherefore breaks that sigh
Imo. From th'inward of thee? One, but painted thus