Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. But that it eates our victualles, I should thinke
Bel. Heere were a Faiery.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. What's the matter, Sir?
Bel. Bel.
Bel. By Iupiter an Angell: or if not
Bel. An earthly Paragon. Behold Diuinenesse
Bel. No elder then a Boy.
Bel. Enter Imogen.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Good masters harme me not:
Imo. Before I enter'd heere, I call'd, and thought
Imo. To haue begg'd, or bought, what I haue took: good troth
Imo. I haue stolne nought, nor would not, though I had found
Imo. Gold strew'd i'th'Floore. Heere's money for my Meate,
Imo. I would haue left it on the Boord, so soone
Imo. As I had made my Meale; and parted
Imo. With Pray'rs for the Prouider.
Gui. Money? Youth.