Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. No, I rather added a lustre to it.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. O thou vilde one!
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Sir,
Imo. It is your fault that I haue lou'd Posthumus:
Imo. You bred him as my Play‑fellow, and he is
Imo. A man, worth any woman: Ouer‑buyes mee
Imo. Almost the summe he payes.
Cym. What? art thou mad?
Imo. Almost Sir: Heauen restore me: would I were
Imo. A Neat‑heards Daughter, and my Leonatus
Imo. Our Neighbour‑Shepheards Sonne.
Imo. Enter Queene.
Cym. Thou foolish thing;
Cym. They were againe together: you haue done
Cym. Not after our command. Away with her,