Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Cym. And meete the Time, as it seekes vs. We feare not
Cym. What can from Italy annoy vs, but
Cym. We greeue at chances heere. Away.
Cym. Exeunt
Pisa. Pisa.
Pisa. I heard no Letter from my Master, since
Pisa. I wrote him Imogen was slaine. 'Tis strange:
Pisa. Nor heare I from my Mistris, who did promise
Pisa. To yeeld me often tydings. Neither know I
Pisa. What is betide to Cloten, but remaine
Pisa. Perplext in all. The Heauens still must worke:
Pisa. Wherein I am false, I am honest: not true, to be true.
Pisa. These present warres shall finde I loue my Country,
Pisa. Euen to the note o'th'King, or Ile fall in them:
Pisa. All other doubts, by time let them be cleer'd,
Pisa. Fortune brings in some Boats, that are not steer'd.
Pisa. Exit.
Pisa. Scena Quarta.
Pisa. [Act 4, Scene 4]
Pisa. Enter Belarius, Guiderius, & Aruiragus.