Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. Can snore vpon the Flint, when restie Sloth
Bel. Findes the Downe‑pillow hard. Now peace be heere,
Bel. Poore house, that keep'st thy selfe.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. I am throughly weary.
Arui. Arui.
Arui. I am weake with toyle, yet strong in appetite.
Gui. There is cold meat i'th'Caue, we'l brouz on that
Gui. Whil'st what we haue kill'd, be Cook'd.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. Stay, come not in:
Bel. But that it eates our victualles, I should thinke
Bel. Heere were a Faiery.
Gui. What's the matter, Sir?
Bel. By Iupiter an Angell: or if not
Bel. An earthly Paragon. Behold Diuinenesse
Bel. No elder then a Boy.