Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. 'Tis he, and Cloten: Malice, and Lucre in them
Bel. Haue laid this Woe heere. Oh 'tis pregnant, pregnant!
Bel. The Drugge he gaue me, which hee said was precious
Bel. And Cordiall to me, haue I not found it
Bel. Murd'rous to'th'Senses? That confirmes it home:
Bel. This is Pisanio's deede, and Cloten: Oh!
Bel. Giue colour to my pale cheeke with thy blood,
Bel. That we the horrider may seeme to those
Bel. Which chance to finde vs. Oh, my Lord! my Lord!
Bel. Enter Lucius, Captaines, and a Soothsayer.
Cap. Cap.
Cap. To them, the Legions garrison'd in Gallia
Cap. After your will, haue crost the Sea, attending
Cap. You heere at Milford‑Hauen, with your Shippes:
Cap. They are heere in readinesse.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. But what from Rome?
Cap, Cap,
Cap, The Senate hath stirr'd vp the Confiners,
Cap, And Gentlemen of Italy, most willing Spirits,