Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Arui. In this our pinching Caue, shall we discourse
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Arui. The
Arui. The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
Arui. The freezing houres away? We haue seene nothing:
Arui. We are beastly; subtle as the Fox for prey,
Arui. Like warlike as the Wolfe, for what we eate:
Arui. Our Valour is to chace what flyes: Our Cage
Arui. We make a Quire, as doth the prison'd Bird,
Arui. And sing our Bondage freely.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. How you speake.
Bel. Did you but know the Citties Vsuries,
Bel. And felt them knowingly: the Art o'th'Court,
Bel. As hard to leaue, as keepe: whose top to climbe
Bel. Is certaine falling: or so slipp'ry, that
Bel. The feare's as bad as falling. The toyle o'th'Warre,
Bel. A paine that onely seemes to seeke out danger
Bel. I'th'name of Fame, and Honor, which dyes i'th'search,
Bel. And hath as oft a sland'rous Epitaph,