Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. Is quite forgot. He was a Queenes Sonne, Boyes,
Bel. And though he came our Enemy, remember
Bel. He was paid for that: though meane, and mighty rotting
Bel. Together haue one dust, yet Reuerence
Bel. (That Angell of the world) doth make distinction
Bel. Of place 'tweene high, and low. Our Foe was Princely,
Bel. And though you tooke his life, as being our Foe,
Bel. Yet bury him, as a Prince.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. Pray you fetch him hither,
Gui. Thersites body is as good as Aiax,
Gui. When neyther are aliue.
Arui. Arui.
Arui. If you'l go fetch him,
Arui. Wee'l say our Song the whil'st: Brother begin.
Gui. Nay Cadwall, we must lay his head to th'East,
Gui. My Father hath a reason for't.
Arui. 'Tis true.