Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. “Nature hath Meale, and Bran; Contempt, and Grace.
Bel. I'me not their Father, yet who this should bee,
Bel. Doth myracle it selfe, lou'd before mee.
Bel. 'Tis the ninth houre o'th'Morne.
Arui. Arui.
Arui. Brother, farewell.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. I wish ye sport.
Arui. You health.⸺So please you Sir.
Imo. These are kinde Creatures.
Imo. Gods, what lyes I haue heard:
Imo. Our Courtiers say, all's sauage, but at Court;
Imo. Experience, oh thou disproou'st Report.
Imo. Th'emperious Seas breeds Monsters; for the Dish,
Imo. Poore Tributary Riuers, as sweet Fish:
Imo. I am sicke still, heart‑sicke; Pisanio,
Imo. Ile now taste of thy Drugge.
Gui. Gui.