Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. The Ooze, to shew what Coast thy sluggish care
Bel. Might'st easilest harbour in. Thou blessed thing,
Bel. Ioue knowes what man thou might'st haue made: but I,
Bel. Thou dyed'st a most rare Boy, of Melancholly.
Bel. How found you him?
Arui. Arui.
Arui. Starke, as you see:
Arui. Thus smiling, as some Fly had tickled slumber,
Arui. Not as deaths dart, being laugh'd at: his right Cheeke
Arui. Reposing on a Cushion.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. Where?
Arui. O'th'floore:
Arui. His armes thus leagu'd, I thought he slept, and put
Arui. My clowted Brogues from off my feete, whose rudenesse
Arui. Answer'd my steps too lowd.
Gui. Why, he but sleepes:
Gui. If he be gone, hee'l make his Graue, a Bed: