Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. O the Gods!
Imo. When shall we see againe?
Imo. Enter Cymbeline, and Lords.
Post. Post.
Post. Alacke, the King.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Thou basest thing, auoyd hence, from my sight:
Cym. If after this command thou fraught the Court
Cym. With thy vnworthinesse, thou dyest. Away,
Cym. Thou'rt poyson to my blood.
Post. The Gods protect you,
Post. And blesse the good Remainders of the Court:
Post. I am gone.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. There cannot be a pinch in death
Imo. More sharpe then this is.
Cym. O disloyall thing,
Cym. That should'st repayre my youth, thou heap'st