Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. Cym.
Cym. Where is she Sir? How
Cym. Can her contempt be answer'd?
Mes. Mes.
Mes. Please you Sir,
Mes. Her Chambers are all lock'd, and there's no answer
Mes. That will be giuen to'th'lowd of noise, we make.
Qu. Qu.
Qu. My Lord, when last I went to visit her,
Qu. She pray'd me to excuse her keeping close,
Qu. Whereto constrain'd by her infirmitie,
Qu. She should that dutie leaue vnpaide to you
Qu. Which dayly she was bound to proffer: this
Qu. She wish'd me to make knowne: but our great Court
Qu. Made me too blame in memory.
Cym. Her doores lock'd?
Cym. Not seene of late? Grant Heauens, that which I
Cym. Feare, proue false.
Cym. Exit.