Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pisæ. Pisæ.
Pisæ. Lady, the Gods throw stones of sulpher on me, if
Pisæ. That box I gaue you, was not thought by mee
Pisæ. A precious thing, I had it from the Queene.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. New matter still.
Imo. Imo.
Imo. It poyson'd me.
Corn. Corn.
Corn. Oh Gods!
Corn. I left out one thing which the Queene confest,
Corn. Which must approue thee honest. If Pasanio
Corn. Haue (said she) giuen his Mistris that Confection
Corn. Which I gaue him for Cordiall, she is seru'd,
Corn. As I would serue a Rat.
Cym. What's this, Cornelius?
Corn. The Queene (Sir) very oft importun'd me
Corn. To temper poysons for her, still pretending