Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. My Masters Enemy.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Our Subiects (Sir)
Cym. Will not endure his yoake; and for our selfe
Cym. To shew lesse Soueraignty then they, must needs
Cym. Appeare vn‑Kinglike.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. So Sir: I desire of you
Luc. A Conduct ouer Land, to Milford‑Hauen.
Luc. Madam, all ioy befall your Grace, and you.
Cym. My Lords, you are appointed for that Office:
Cym. The due of Honor, in no point omit:
Cym. So farewell Noble Lucius.
Luc. Your hand, my Lord.
Clot. Clot.
Clot. Receiue it friendly: but from this time forth
Clot. I weare it as your Enemy.