Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. Which we haue done, whose answer would be death
Bel. Drawne on with Torture.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. This is (Sir) a doubt
Gui. In such a time, nothing becomming you,
Gui. Nor satisfying vs.
Arui. Arui.
Arui. It is not likely,
Arui. That when they heare their Roman horses neigh,
Arui. Behold their quarter'd Fires; haue both their eyes
Arui. And eares so cloyd importantly as now,
Arui. That they will waste their time vpon our note,
Arui. To know from whence we are.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. Oh, I am knowne
Bel. Of many in the Army: Many yeeres
Bel. (Though Cloten then but young) you see, not wore him
Bel. From my remembrance. And besides, the King
Bel. Hath not deseru'd my Seruice, nor your Loues,
Bel. Who finde in my Exile, the want of Breeding;