Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. Since I can reason of it: pray you trust me heere,
Imo. Ile rob none but my selfe, and let me dye
Imo. Stealing so poorely.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. I loue thee: I haue spoke it,
Gui. How much the quantity, the waight as much,
Gui. As I do loue my Father.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. What? How? how?
Arui. Arui.
Arui. If it be sinne to say so (Sir) I yoake mee
Arui. In my good Brothers fault: I know not why
Arui. I loue this youth, and I haue heard you say,
Arui. Loue's reason's, without reason. The Beere at doore,
Arui. And a demand who is't shall dye, I'ld say
Arui. My Father, not this youth.
Bel. Oh noble straine!
Bel. O worthinesse of Nature, breed of Greatnesse!
Bel. “Cowards father Cowards, & Base things Syre Bace;