Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. Being scarse made vp,
Bel. I meane to man; he had not apprehension
Bel. Of roaring terrors: For defect of iudgement
Bel. Is oft the cause of Feare.
Bel. Enter Guiderius.
Bel. But see thy Brother.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. This Cloten was a Foole, an empty purse,
Gui. There was no money in't: Not Hercules
Gui. Could haue knock'd out his Braines, for he had none:
Gui. Yet I not doing this, the Foole had borne
Gui. My head, as I do his.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. What hast thou done?
Gui. I am perfect what: cut off one Clotens head,
Gui. Sonne to the Queene (after his owne report)
Gui. Who call'd me Traitor, Mountaineer, and swore
Gui. With his owne single hand heel'd take vs in,
Gui. Displace our heads, where (thanks the Gods) they grow