Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pis. She's farre enough, and what he learnes by this,
Pis. May proue his trauell, not her danger.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Humh.
Pis. Pis.
Pis. Ile write to my Lord she's dead: Oh Imogen,
Pis. Safe mayst thou wander, safe returne agen.
Clot. Clot.
Clot. Sirra, is this Letter true?
Pis. Sir, as I thinke.
Clot. It is Posthumus hand, I know't. Sirrah, if thou
Clot. would'st not be a Villain, but do me true seruice: vnder
Clot. go those Imployments wherin I should haue cause to vse
Clot. thee with a serious industry, that is, what villainy soere I
Clot. bid thee do to performe it, directly and truely, I would
Clot. thinke thee an honest man: thou should'st neither want
Clot. my meanes for thy releefe, nor my voyce for thy prefer
Clot. ment.