Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. Plentie, and Peace breeds Cowards: Hardnesse euer
Imo. Of Hardinesse is Mother. Hoa? who's heere?
Imo. If any thing that's ciuill, speake: if sauage,
Imo. Take,
Imo. The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
Imo. Take, or lend. Hoa? No answer? Then Ile enter.
Imo. Best draw my Sword; and if mine Enemy
Imo. But feare the Sword like me, hee'l scarsely looke on't.
Imo. Such a Foe, good Heauens.
Imo. Exit.
Imo. Scena Septima.
Imo. [Act 3, Scene 6 cont.]
Imo. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, and Aruiragus.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. You Polidore haue prou'd best Woodman, and
Bel. Are Master of the Feast: Cadwall, and I
Bel. Will play the Cooke, and Seruant, 'tis our match:
Bel. The sweat of industry would dry, and dye
Bel. But for the end it workes too. Come, our stomackes
Bel. Will make what's homely, sauoury: Wearinesse