Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Post. But Imogen is your owne, do your best willes,
Post. And make me blest to obey. I am brought hither
Post. Among th'Italian Gentry, and to fight
Post. Against my Ladies Kingdome: 'Tis enough
Post. That (Britaine) I haue kill'd thy Mistris: Peace,
Post. Ile giue no wound to thee: therefore good Heauens,
Post. Heare patiently my purpose. Ile disrobe me
Post. Of these Italian weedes, and suite my selfe
Post. As do's a Britaine Pezant: so Ile fight
Post. Against the part I come with: so Ile dye
Post. For thee (O Imogen) euen for whom my life
Post. Is euery breath, a death: and thus, vnknowne,
Post. Pittied, nor hated, to the face of peril
Post. My selfe Ile dedicate. Let me make men know
Post. More valour in me, then my habits show.
Post. Gods, put the strength o'th'Leonati in me:
Post. To shame the guize o'th'world, I will begin,
Post. The fashion lesse without, and more within.
Post. Exit.
Post. Scena Secunda.