Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Arui. That when they heare their Roman horses neigh,
Arui. Behold their quarter'd Fires; haue both their eyes
Arui. And eares so cloyd importantly as now,
Arui. That they will waste their time vpon our note,
Arui. To know from whence we are.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. Oh, I am knowne
Bel. Of many in the Army: Many yeeres
Bel. (Though Cloten then but young) you see, not wore him
Bel. From my remembrance. And besides, the King
Bel. Hath not deseru'd my Seruice, nor your Loues,
Bel. Who finde in my Exile, the want of Breeding;
Bel. The certainty of this heard life, aye hopelesse
Bel. To haue the courtesie your Cradle promis'd,
Bel. But to be still hot Summers Tanlings, and
Bel. The shrinking Slaues of Winter.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. Then be so,
Gui. Better to cease to be. Pray Sir, to'th'Army:
Gui. I, and my Brother are not knowne; your selfe