Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clot. I am Sonne to'th'Queene.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. I am sorry for't: not seeming
Gui. So worthy as thy Birth.
Clot. Clot.
Clot. Art not afeard?
Gui. Those that I reuerence, those I feare: the Wise:
Gui. At Fooles I laugh: not feare them.
Clot. Dye the death:
Clot. When I haue slaine thee with my proper hand,
Clot. Ile follow those that euen now fled hence:
Clot. And on the Gates of Luds‑Towne set your heads:
Clot. Yeeld Rusticke Mountaineer.
Clot. Fight and Exeunt.
Clot. Enter Belarius and Aruiragus.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. No Companie's abroad?
Arui. Arui.