Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. The heyre of Cymbeline and Britaine, who
Bel. The King his Father call'd Guiderius. Ioue,
Bel. When on my three‑foot stoole I sit, and tell
Bel. The warlike feats I haue done, his spirits flye out
Bel. Into my Story: say thus mine Enemy fell,
Bel. And thus I set my foote on's necke, euen then
Bel. The Princely blood flowes in his Cheeke, he sweats,
Bel. Straines his yong Nerues, and puts himselfe in posture
Bel. That acts my words. The yonger Brother Cadwall,
Bel. Once Aruiragus, in as like a figure
Bel. Strikes life into my speech, and shewes much more
Bel. His owne conceyuing. Hearke, the Game is rows'd,
Bel. Oh Cymbeline, Heauen and my Conscience knowes
Bel. Thou didd'st vniustly banish me: whereon
Bel. At three, and two yeeres old, I stole these Babes,
Bel. Thinking to barre thee of Succession, as
Bel. Thou refts me of my Lands. Euriphile,
Bel. Thou was't their Nurse, they took thee for their mother,
Bel. And euery day do honor to her graue:
Bel. My selfe Belarius, that am Mergan call'd