Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. Or in my life, what comfort, when I am
Imo. Dead to my Husband?
Pis. Pis.
Pis. If you'l backe to'th'Court.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. No Court, no Father, nor no more adoe
Imo. With that harsh, noble, simple nothing:
Imo. That Clotten, whose Loue‑suite hath bene to me
Imo. As fearefull as a Siege.
Pis. If not at Court,
Pis. Then not in Britaine must you bide.
Imo. Where then?
Imo. Hath Britaine all the Sunne that shines? Day? Night?
Imo. Are they not but in Britaine? I'th'worlds Volume
Imo. Our Britaine seemes as of it, but not in't:
Imo. In a great Poole, a Swannes‑nest, prythee thinke
Imo. There's liuers out of Britaine.