Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Corn. The satisfaction of her knowledge, onely
Corn. In killing Creatures vilde, as Cats and Dogges
Corn. Of no esteeme. I dreading, that her purpose
Corn. Was of more danger, did compound for her
Corn. A certaine stuffe, which being tane, would cease
Corn. The present powre of life, but in short time,
Corn. All Offices of Nature, should againe
Corn. Do their due Functions. Haue you tane of it?
Imo. Imo.
Imo. Most like I did, for I was dead.
Bel. Bel.
Bel. My Boyes, there was our error.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. This is sure Fidele.
Imo. Why did you throw your wedded Lady fro you?
Imo. Thinke that you are vpon a Rocke, and now
Imo. Throw me againe.
Post. Post.
Post. Hang there like fruite, my soule,