Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Imo. How I would thinke on him at certaine houres,
Imo. Such thoughts, and such: Or I could make him sweare,
Imo. The Shees of Italy should not betray
Imo. Mine Interest, and his Honour: or haue charg'd him
Imo. At the sixt houre of Morne, at Noone, at Midnight,
Imo. T'encounter me with Orisons; for then
Imo. I am in Heauen for him: Or ere I could,
Imo. Giue him that parting kisse, which I had set
Imo. Betwixt two charming words, comes in my Father,
Imo. And like the Tyrannous breathing of the North,
Imo. Shakes all our buddes from growing.
Imo. Enter a Lady.
La. La.
La. The Queene (Madam)
La. Desires your Highnesse Company.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd,
Imo. I will attend the Queene.
Pisa. Pisa.
Pisa. Madam, I shall.