Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. In Cambria are we borne, and Gentlemen:
Bel. Further to boast, were neyther true, nor modest,
Bel. Vnlesse I adde, we are honest.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Bow your knees:
Cym. Arise my Knights o'th'Battell, I create you
Cym. Companions to our person, and will fit you
Cym. With Dignities becomming your estates.
Cym. Enter Cornelius and Ladies.
Cym. There's businesse in these faces: why so sadly
Cym. Greet you our Victory? you looke like Romaines,
Cym. And not o'th'Court of Britaine.
Corn. Corn.
Corn. Hayle great King,
Corn. To sowre your happinesse, I must report
Corn. The Queene is dead.
Cym. Who worse then a Physitian
Cym. Would this report become? But I consider,
Cym. By Med'cine life may be prolong'd, yet death