Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Post. Most welcome bondage; for thou art a way
Post. (I thinke) to liberty: yet am I better
Post. Then one that's sicke o'th'Gowt, since he had rather
Post. Groane so in perpetuity, then be cur'd
Post. By'th'sure Physitian, Death; who is the key
Post. T'vnbarre these Lockes. My Conscience, thou art fetter'd
Post. More then my shanks, & wrists: you good Gods giue me
Post. The penitent Instrument to picke that Bolt,
Post. Then free for euer. Is't enough I am sorry?
Post. So Children temporall Fathers do appease;
Post. Gods are more full of mercy. Must I repent,
Post. I cannot do it better then in Gyues,
Post. Desir'd, more then constrain'd, to satisfie
Post. If of my Freedome 'tis the maine part, take
Post. No stricter render of me, then my All.
Post. I know you are more clement then vilde men,
Post. Who of their broken Debtors take a third,
Post. A sixt, a tenth, letting them thriue againe
Post. On their abatement; that's not my desire.
Post. For Imogens deere life, take mine, and thogh