Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. Murther in heauen? How? 'tis gone. Pisanio,
Bel. All Curses madded Hecuba gaue the Greekes,
Bel. And mine to boot, be darted on thee: thou
Bel. Conspir'd with that Irregulous diuell Cloten,
Bel. Hath heere cut off my Lord. To write, and read,
Bel. Be henceforth treacherous. Damn'd Pisanio,
Bel. Hath with his forged Letters (damn'd Pisanio)
Bel. From this most brauest vessell of the world
Bel. Strooke the maine top! Oh Posthumus, alas,
Bel. Where is thy head? where's that? Aye me! where's that?
Bel. Pisanio might haue kill'd thee at the heart,
Bel. And left this head on. How should this be, Pisanio?
Bel. 'Tis he, and Cloten: Malice, and Lucre in them
Bel. Haue laid this Woe heere. Oh 'tis pregnant, pregnant!
Bel. The Drugge he gaue me, which hee said was precious
Bel. And Cordiall to me, haue I not found it
Bel. Murd'rous to'th'Senses? That confirmes it home:
Bel. This is Pisanio's deede, and Cloten: Oh!
Bel. Giue colour to my pale cheeke with thy blood,
Bel. That we the horrider may seeme to those