Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Gui. Is Cadwall mad?
Gui. Enter Aruiragus, with Imogen dead, bearing
Gui. her in his Armes.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. Looke, heere he comes,
Bel. And brings the dire occasion in his Armes,
Bel. Of what we blame him for.
Arui. Arui.
Arui. The Bird is dead
Arui. That we haue made so much on. I had rather
Arui. Haue skipt from sixteene yeares of Ag, to sixty:
Arui. To haue turn'd my leaping time into a Crutch,
Arui. Then haue seene this.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. Oh sweetest, fayrest Lilly:
Gui. My Brother weares thee not the one halfe so well,
Gui. As when thou grew'st thy selfe.
Bel. Oh Melancholly,
Bel. Who euer yet could sound thy bottome? Finde