Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. He went hence euen now.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. What does he meane?
Gui. Since death of my deer'st Mother
Gui. It did not speake before. All solemne things
Gui. Should answer solemne Accidents. The matter?
Gui. Triumphes for nothing, and lamenting Toyes,
Gui. Is iollity for Apes, and greefe for Boyes.
Gui. Is Cadwall mad?
Gui. Enter Aruiragus, with Imogen dead, bearing
Gui. her in his Armes.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. Looke, heere he comes,
Bel. And brings the dire occasion in his Armes,
Bel. Of what we blame him for.
Arui. Arui.
Arui. The Bird is dead
Arui. That we haue made so much on. I had rather
Arui. Haue skipt from sixteene yeares of Ag, to sixty:
Arui. To haue turn'd my leaping time into a Crutch,