Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. And rather Father thee, then Master thee: My Friends,
Luc. The Boy hath taught vs manly duties: Let vs
Luc. Finde out the prettiest Dazied‑Plot we can,
Luc. And make him with our Pikes and Partizans
Luc. A Graue: Come, Arme him: Boy hee's preferr'd
Luc. By thee, to vs, and he shall be interr'd
Luc. As Souldiers can. Be cheerefull; wipe thine eyes,
Luc. Some Falles are meanes the happier to arise.
Luc. Exeunt
Luc. Scena Tertia.
Luc. [Act 4, Scene 3]
Luc. Enter Cymbeline, Lords, and Pisanio.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Againe: and bring me word how 'tis with her,
Cym. A Feauour with the absence of her Sonne;
Cym. A
Cym. The Tragedie of Cymbeline.
Cym. A madnesse, of which her life's in danger: Heauens,
Cym. How deeply you at once do touch me. Imogen,
Cym. The great part of my comfort, gone: My Queene