Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pis. Hence vile Instrument,
Pis. Thou shalt not damne my hand.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Why, I must dye:
Imo. And if I do not by thy hand, thou art
Imo. No Seruant of thy Masters. Against Selfe‑slaughter,
Imo. There is a prohibition so Diuine,
Imo. That crauens my weake hand: Come, heere's my heart:
Imo. Something's a‑foot: Soft, soft, wee'l no defence,
Imo. Obedient as the Scabbard. What is heere,
Imo. The Scriptures of the Loyall Leonatus,
Imo. All turn'd to Heresie? Away, away
Imo. Corrupters of my Faith, you shall no more
Imo. Be Stomachers to my heart: thus may poore Fooles
Imo. Beleeue false Teachers: Though those that are betraid
Imo. Do feele the Treason sharpely, yet the Traitor
Imo. Stands in worse case of woe. And thou Posthumus,
Imo. That didd'st set vp my disobedience 'gainst the King
Imo. My Father, and makes me put into contempt the suites
Imo. Of Princely Fellowes, shalt heereafter finde