Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. The certainty of this heard life, aye hopelesse
Bel. To haue the courtesie your Cradle promis'd,
Bel. But to be still hot Summers Tanlings, and
Bel. The shrinking Slaues of Winter.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. Then be so,
Gui. Better to cease to be. Pray Sir, to'th'Army:
Gui. I, and my Brother are not knowne; your selfe
Gui. So out of thought, and thereto so ore‑growne,
Gui. Cannot be question'd.
Arui. Arui.
Arui. By this Sunne that shines
Arui. Ile thither: What thing is't, that I neuer
Arui. Did see man dye, scarse euer look'd on blood,
Arui. But that of Coward Hares, hot Goats, and Venison?
Arui. Neuer bestrid a Horse saue one, that had
Arui. A Rider like my selfe, who ne're wore Rowell,
Arui. Nor Iron on his heele? I am asham'd
Arui. To looke vpon the holy Sunne, to haue
Arui. The benefit of his blest Beames, remaining