Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Iac. The heauinesse and guilt within my bosome,
Iac. Takes off my manhood: I haue belyed a Lady,
Iac. The Princesse of this Country; and the ayre on't
Iac. Reuengingly enfeebles me, or could this Carle,
Iac. A very drudge of Natures, haue subdu'de me
Iac. In my profession? Knighthoods, and Honors borne
Iac. As I weare mine) are titles but of scorne.
Iac. If that thy Gentry (Britaine) go before
Iac. This Lowt, as he exceeds our Lords, the oddes
Iac. Is, that we scarse are men, and you are Goddes.
Iac. Exit.
Iac. The Battaile continues, the Britaines fly, Cymbeline is
Iac. taken: Then enter to his rescue, Bellarius, Guiderius,
Iac. and Aruiragus.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. Stand, stand, we haue th'aduantage of the ground,
Bel. The Lane is guarded: Nothing rowts vs, but
Bel. The villany of our feares.
Gui. Arui. Gui. Arui.
Gui. Arui. Stand, stand, and fight.