Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clot. Ile follow those that euen now fled hence:
Clot. And on the Gates of Luds‑Towne set your heads:
Clot. Yeeld Rusticke Mountaineer.
Clot. Fight and Exeunt.
Clot. Enter Belarius and Aruiragus.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. No Companie's abroad?
Arui. Arui.
Arui. None in the world: you did mistake him sure.
Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw him,
Bel. But Time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of Fauour
Bel. Which then he wore: the snatches in his voice,
Bel. And burst of speaking were as his: I am absolute
Bel. 'Twas very Cloten.
Arui. In this place we left them;
Arui. I wish my Brother make good time with him,
Arui. You say he is so fell.