Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. What? How? how?
Arui. Arui.
Arui. If it be sinne to say so (Sir) I yoake mee
Arui. In my good Brothers fault: I know not why
Arui. I loue this youth, and I haue heard you say,
Arui. Loue's reason's, without reason. The Beere at doore,
Arui. And a demand who is't shall dye, I'ld say
Arui. My Father, not this youth.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. Oh noble straine!
Bel. O worthinesse of Nature, breed of Greatnesse!
Bel. “Cowards father Cowards, & Base things Syre Bace;
Bel. “Nature hath Meale, and Bran; Contempt, and Grace.
Bel. I'me not their Father, yet who this should bee,
Bel. Doth myracle it selfe, lou'd before mee.
Bel. 'Tis the ninth houre o'th'Morne.
Arui. Brother, farewell.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. I wish ye sport.