Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. Yet left in Heauen, as small a drop of pittie
Bel. As a Wrens eye; fear'd Gods, a part of it.
Bel. The Dreame's heere still: euen when I wake it is
Bel. Without me, as within me: not imagin'd, felt.
Bel. A headlesse man? The Garments of Posthumus?
Bel. I know the shape of's Legge: this is his Hand:
Bel. His Foote Mercuriall: his martiall Thigh
Bel. The brawnes of Hercules: but his Iouiall face⸺
Bel. Murther in heauen? How? 'tis gone. Pisanio,
Bel. All Curses madded Hecuba gaue the Greekes,
Bel. And mine to boot, be darted on thee: thou
Bel. Conspir'd with that Irregulous diuell Cloten,
Bel. Hath heere cut off my Lord. To write, and read,
Bel. Be henceforth treacherous. Damn'd Pisanio,
Bel. Hath with his forged Letters (damn'd Pisanio)
Bel. From this most brauest vessell of the world
Bel. Strooke the maine top! Oh Posthumus, alas,
Bel. Where is thy head? where's that? Aye me! where's that?
Bel. Pisanio might haue kill'd thee at the heart,
Bel. And left this head on. How should this be, Pisanio?