Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Arui. Arui.
Arui. Let Ord'nance
Arui. Come as the Gods fore‑say it: howsoere,
Arui. My Brother hath done well.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. I had no minde
Bel. To hunt this day: The Boy Fideles sickenesse
Bel. Did make my way long forth.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. With his owne Sword,
Gui. Which he did waue against my throat, I haue tane
Gui. His head from him: Ile throw't into the Creeke
Gui. Behinde our Rocke, and let it to the Sea,
Gui. And tell the Fishes, hee's the Queenes Sonne, Cloten,
Gui. That's all I reake.
Gui. Exit.
Bel. I feare 'twill be reueng'd:
Bel. Would (Polidore) thou had'st not done't: though valour
Bel. Becomes thee well enough.