Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pisa. Pisa.
Pisa. My Lord,
Pisa. Now feare is from me, Ile speake troth. Lord Cloten
Pisa. Vpon my Ladies missing, came to me
Pisa. With his Sword drawne, foam'd at the mouth, and swore
Pisa. If I discouer'd not which way she was gone,
Pisa. It was my instant death. By accident,
Pisa. I had a feigned Letter of my Masters
Pisa. Then in my pocket, which directed him
Pisa. To seeke her on the Mountaines neere to Milford,
Pisa. Where in a frenzie, in my Masters Garments
Pisa. (Which he inforc'd from me) away he postes
Pisa. With vnchaste purpose, and with oath to violate
Pisa. My Ladies honor, what became of him,
Pisa. I further know not.
Gui. Gui.
Gui. Let me end the Story: I slew him there.
Cym. Cym.
Cym. Marry, the Gods forefend.
Cym. I would not thy good deeds, should from my lips