Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Arui. None in the world: you did mistake him sure.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. I cannot tell: Long is it since I saw him,
Bel. But Time hath nothing blurr'd those lines of Fauour
Bel. Which then he wore: the snatches in his voice,
Bel. And burst of speaking were as his: I am absolute
Bel. 'Twas very Cloten.
Arui. Arui.
Arui. In this place we left them;
Arui. I wish my Brother make good time with him,
Arui. You say he is so fell.
Bel. Being scarse made vp,
Bel. I meane to man; he had not apprehension
Bel. Of roaring terrors: For defect of iudgement
Bel. Is oft the cause of Feare.
Bel. Enter Guiderius.
Bel. But see thy Brother.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. This Cloten was a Foole, an empty purse,