Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cres. O you immortall gods! I will not goe.
Pan. Pan.
Pan. Thou must.
Cres. Cres.
Cres. I will not Vnckle: I haue forgot my Father:
Cres. I know no touch of consanguinitie:
Cres. No kin, no loue, no bloud, no soule, so neere me,
Cres. As the sweet Troylus: O you gods diuine!
Cres. Make Cressids name the very crowne of falsehood!
Cres. If euer she leaue Troylus: time, orce and death,
Cres. Do to this body what extremitie you can;
Cres. But the strong base and building of my loue,
Cres. Is as the very Center of the earth,
Cres. Drawing all things to it. I will goe in and weepe.
Pan. Doe, doe.
Cres. Teare my bright heire, and scratch my praised
Cres. cheekes,
Cres. Cracke my cleere voyce with sobs, and breake my heart