Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Arui. Then haue seene this.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. Oh sweetest, fayrest Lilly:
Gui. My Brother weares thee not the one halfe so well,
Gui. As when thou grew'st thy selfe.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. Oh Melancholly,
Bel. Who euer yet could sound thy bottome? Finde
Bel. The Ooze, to shew what Coast thy sluggish care
Bel. Might'st easilest harbour in. Thou blessed thing,
Bel. Ioue knowes what man thou might'st haue made: but I,
Bel. Thou dyed'st a most rare Boy, of Melancholly.
Bel. How found you him?
Arui. Arui.
Arui. Starke, as you see:
Arui. Thus smiling, as some Fly had tickled slumber,
Arui. Not as deaths dart, being laugh'd at: his right Cheeke
Arui. Reposing on a Cushion.
Gui. Where?