Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pis. I am most glad
Pis. You thinke of other place: Th'Ambassador,
Pis. Lucius the Romane comes to Milford‑Hauen
Pis. To morrow. Now, if you could weare a minde
Pis. Darke, as your Fortune is, and but disguise
Pis. That which t'appeare it selfe, must not yet be,
Pis. But by selfe‑danger, you should tread a course
Pis. Pretty, and full of view: yea, happily, neere
Pis. The residence of Posthumus; so nie (at least)
Pis. That though his Actions were not visible, yet
Pis. Report should render him hourely to your eare,
Pis. As truely as he mooues.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Oh for such meanes,
Imo. Though perill to my modestie, not death on't
Imo. I would aduenture.
Pis. Pis.
Pis. Well then, heere's the point:
Pis. You must forget to be a Woman: change
Pis. Command, into obedience. Feare, and Nicenesse