Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. Bel.
Bel. This is he,
Bel. Who hath vpon him still that naturall stampe:
Bel. It was wise Natures end, in the donation
Bel. To be his euidence now.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Oh, what am I
Cym. A Mother to the byrth of three? Nere Mother
Cym. Reioyc'd deliuerance more: Blest, pray you be,
Cym. That after this strange starting from your Orbes,
Cym. You may reigne in them now: Oh Imogen,
Cym. Thou hast lost by this a Kingdome.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. No, my Lord:
Imo. I haue got two Worlds by't. Oh my gentle Brothers,
Imo. Haue we thus met? Oh neuer say heereafter
Imo. But I am truest speaker. You call'd me Brother
Imo. When I was but your Sister: I you Brothers,
Imo. When we were so indeed.