Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. Caue heere, hunt heere, are Out‑lawes, and in time
Bel. May make some stronger head, the which he hearing,
Bel. (As it is like him) might breake out, and sweare
Bel. Heel'd fetch vs in, yet is't not probable
Bel. To come alone, either he so vndertaking,
Bel. Or they so suffering: then on good ground we feare,
Bel. If we do feare this Body hath a taile
Bel. More perillous then the head.
Arui. Arui.
Arui. Let Ord'nance
Arui. Come as the Gods fore‑say it: howsoere,
Arui. My Brother hath done well.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. I had no minde
Bel. To hunt this day: The Boy Fideles sickenesse
Bel. Did make my way long forth.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. With his owne Sword,
Gui. Which he did waue against my throat, I haue tane
Gui. His head from him: Ile throw't into the Creeke