Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bel. Enter Posthumus alone.
Post. Post.
Post. Yea bloody cloth, Ile keep thee: for I am wisht
Post. Thou should'st be colour'd thus. You married ones,
Post. If each of you should take this course, how many
Post. Must murther Wiues much better then themselues
Post. bbb2
Post. For
Post. The Tragedy of Cymbeline.
Post. For wrying but a little? Oh Pisanio,
Post. Euery good Seruant do's not all Commands:
Post. No Bond, but to do iust ones. Gods, if you
Post. Should haue 'tane vengeance on my faults, I neuer
Post. Had liu'd to put on this: so had you saued
Post. The noble Imogen, to repent, and strooke
Post. Me (wretch) more worth your Vengeance. But alacke,
Post. You snatch some hence for little faults; that's loue
Post. To haue them fall no more: you some permit
Post. To second illes with illes, each elder worse,
Post. And make them dread it, to the dooers thrift.